Sonnet on a Girl

February 27, 2010
She waltzes on her mother’s flowery grave
Through thorns that prick her dirty bloodied feet
She weeps, her lonely heart cannot be saved
Sings a melody she can’t repeat.
La la la la, she twists and spins around
Looks up to curse the splendid starry sky
Looks down to scream out loud and stomp the ground
Keeps wishing she could leap into a flight.
The unseen music carries on till dusk
And leaves the girl behind, a lonely husk.

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