She lost control of her car after driving so very fast
And hit the tree at speed before breathing her last
Others gathered around clambering over the wreck
Looking to help her but finding her dead with regret
Standing back on the wreck looking to manage the crash
I saw a misty figure walk up on the road from the smash
And she turned around looking at me rather sad and so teary
Then a bright light appeared and she disappeared so eerie.
© Paul Warren Poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
............wonderful poem, this reads like a true story ★