She floats in a throng
Like a music without a song
Sometimes, she flies
Trying to find a place to hide

Sad invisible girl,
crying in the corner
Whispering dreams and wishes
in a dry thin air

the scars on her wrist
buried her deep in the ground
where daisies grew
and more lovely
Flowers bloom in May

She watches her grave
Full of bliss and peace
As she closed her eyes,
She found the brightest ray of light
Her body dispersed,
Forming one of the cosmos
In the vast sky*

(a.k)