A breathed wind
cross life, ones face
His firm hands
Pull her off, shoulders high
Drinking tea, I see harmony
A laughing child, points
Her parents, smile and talk
The clerk calls, forgotten they turn
A dog cross the street
Her shrieks of joy
The patter of feet
I hear a whisper, the grass
She flies, from the car
A mother screams
I pay my bill
Sirens wail away
Ashen father
Her hand lies still
I walk past crimson fingers
Oh, how beautiful the skyline.
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