She came at witching hour
her steps were far from mastered
my Riri.

It hurt my eyes
her cassava-whiteness
and i deepened my breath.
For a long time she just
stared,

And when i made to wake
she said to me
'Even stones have souls'
and with a sough of wings
climbed out of my dream

I woke up to her buckled corpse
under the mercedes

she had died in the night,
pneumonia.

good

Thanks Eve. Nice to see you.

u too,but i dont know u?
do u know me?

um, I wrote a poem for you remember?(it's a forked path to her heart).

tianshie:

um, I wrote a poem for you remember?(it's a forked path to her heart).

u wrote a poem for me?um neva knew?

Yeah I did. But don't worry shishi saw it and replied.strange you never did see it.

Quite the thing for a single experience.It's rich in imagery;what's more,it's somewhat reluctant

to release its meaning.Good enough!

tianshie:

Yeah I did. But don't worry shishi saw it and replied.strange you never did see it.

dont mind shishi jor,
anyway thanks

Thanks Dumebi.Anytime Eve.

OK dude

Hey tianshe, i hope this is not a real life story

It's real life.