christina's world

May 12, 2010
By Anonymous

I hear the wind whisper in my ear.
A girl, no more than a soul,
Lying in the wheat,
As if ,she were still alive
Looking back,at what could’ve been.

Hearing her siblings,
Having the time of their life.
Christina, the girl,starts to fade.
As if, she was a long lost memory.
The wind blows her away
As if, she wasn’t there.
The wind blows until it feels like,
It never happened.
I hear the wind whisper in my ear.


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