Sunday, December 9, 2012

So they got away.

They did not wait.
To meet her, know her.
The light that she shone.
The hope that she was capable of.
The grace she would be.
The opportunities she would conjure up.
The happiness she would provide.
The love that she could mould with her palms.
They did not get to know her.
So there she lay.
So tiny.
On a railway bench.
They did not wait to get to know her.
So they got away.

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