by doria dphrepaulezz
A magical Nine dancing in the winters’ wind
The cold breeze turning warm in the desert sun
Fluttering in the fragrant air, a promise for tomorrow
A leap of faith past the river of tears,
into the cold reality of what is
A whisper passes the lips of an Angel
Christina, softly echoing through the winters’ air
Nine year short, nine years long
Nine years gone away too soon
Like petals of a rose so soft so sweet
So slight, so small, so strong beyond her time.
An angel gone so suddenly in the late morning sunlight.
In a single moment, Christina, and Nine was gone
A Mothers’ heart broken
A nation in tears.