the rain kept swiping down
tearing the beautiful smile she had.
The people could not understand
she felt relieved in some way
that after some time they left her alone.
Puddles of water lie beneath her.
Sniffing blossoms wasn’t going to make
the grey clouds disappear.
The chord has been cut severely.
The girl’s flawless face lies on the ground.
Blood. Water. Agony. Pain