The light of the day faded.
Songs of the birds silenced.
Roses and Lilies closed their eyes.
It was the night without her cry.
True, it isn't fair.
She wasn't a nightmare.
I yelled a lot to her; but still I've muttered.
No use, 'cause she has left her last word.
Tears rolled from her eyes.
I was the reason for she die.
Silent words that she whispered.
I realised, she barely moaned.
She layed on the ground;
Her soul slipped slowly while I frown.
The night is calm, I want to make a harm.
As I cried, " I'm sorry " was her last word.
Not your fault.
A sudden thunder bolt.
It had hit me.
My soul has taken away, and I'm kneed.
©hana_a
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