She looks out of the window, she smiles,
The breeze blowing on her face, she ran a thousand miles,
She smiles to herself again, feeling the devouring pain,
She still sits here , watching the stubborn rain,
It doesn't wash away the blood that stains her hand,
She thinks of you, your blood she holds, leaving you under the sand.
posted by Pri @ 4:18 AM
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