Monday, August 23, 2010

To that Pretty Girl

I saw you die today
I watched you fall
Like a delicate petal
Discarded by your flower
Glimpsed the wind racing through your hair
Heard the silence before the crash
I held your hand and you looked calm
Quiet, like you were sleeping
Except for the blood.


© JULIETTE GILLIES

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