Up on the hill
a radiant angel
behind which the sun goes up.
Standing in front of the menacing
foggy forest
she slowly rises up.
She longs for a thunderstorm
with lightnings as bright
as daylight.
She forgot the beauty
of moonbeams and life
all she wants you is to die.
© in 2013
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