Translate

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

HOW TO SAY GOODBYE By Misu, age 8























How to Say Goodbye
By Misu

I kick
pebbles 
and they fly
through the air.
Tear drops 
soak into the dirt.
The wind whistles, 
my hair
brushes
against my cheek,
leaves dangle,
apples fall,
flowers tickle
my palm.
The sun vanishes
into the clouds,
doves fly
above
my head,
roses surround
the coffin, 
flautists blow
into
their
instruments,
calming
the
blade
of my
family's
sadness,
memories
floating
around
my head.
When
will 
the 
silence
disappear?





No comments:

Post a Comment