Drowning

by Jinseiwakurai   Nov 30, 2013


She walks in the blackest of nights,
Blossoms falling around her,
Oh how she longs to see them in the day,
If only she could see another sunrise,
The sunlight spills across the lake,
Highlighting a Dark shape under the surface,
The light hits her,
Her translucent form starts to disappear,
Until all that is left is a single black hair,
The dead girl opens her eyes.

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