If she could die tonight
She would
Tie her hair together in a braid
Keep in mind she likes her hair swooped to the right of her
Slowly interlacing her fingers
With the three thick strands of blond hair
Slip on her favorite sweater
A pair of jeans
Should she wear socks?
After all this is her story
Step out her window
The snow gently flaking in her hair
And melting instantly on her hands
She reaches out
Lets her feet slide from under her
And falls ever so gracefully to the ground
The fresh powder catching her below
The braid over her right shoulder
Blue eyes in the sky
The melted snow mixes in with the tears on her face
Ever so silently breathing in and out
Only in a puff of hot hair
She grabs a blanket of snow to keep her warm
Watches the stars and airplanes pass by the sky
And disappears out of the world just as gently as she came
About the Creator
Juniper Daisy
Free Spirit
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