I saw it,
Your face...
As the bottom of the car blew out like the inferno of hell,
Illuiminating your angelic features
Pale you are...
Life is no more.
Cosmopolitan smile that could be celestial-borne
No longer the corners of your mouth do turn,
Causing in me,
A stirring vacuum of hollow
You know you were beautiful
Golden tresses Samson envies
Eyes of cerulean
Deeper than oceans was your sorrow
And as sad as I am to see your life-force drained...
I'm almost glad you're dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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