Nov 2012
A day of relief...
Her vulnerable body lay still, on a bed of pedals. Wilting flowers crumbled under the pool of blood around her. Dead. No one saw the pain in her eyes, the death that has occurred. She died with a smile, a tear, a mind finally in peace. The harmony of the piano was perfect exit of her life; the tears of loved ones are released at the funeral. Her spirit watches over screaming to the mourning, asking them why they are crying, her death is a miracle not a tragedy... My death is a miracle, not a tragedy.
Her vulnerable body lay still, on a bed of pedals. Wilting flowers crumbled under the pool of blood around her. Dead. No one saw the pain in her eyes, the death that has occurred. She died with a smile, a tear, a mind finally in peace. The harmony of the piano was perfect exit of her life; the tears of loved ones are released at the funeral. Her spirit watches over screaming to the mourning, asking them why they are crying, her death is a miracle not a tragedy... My death is a miracle, not a tragedy.
