Her sunken eyes stare down the storm
This is her chance and she’s ready
Wind squeals; black clouds swarm
as she closes her eyes and holds her arms steady.
Her smile is soft as her small fingertips kiss each droplet.
“Goodbye...goodbye...goodbye.”
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 3:25 PM UTC
Her sunken eyes stare down the storm
This is her chance and she’s ready
Wind squeals; black clouds swarm
as she closes her eyes and holds her arms steady.
Her smile is soft as her small fingertips kiss each droplet.
“Goodbye...goodbye...goodbye.”
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