A girl with a flare skirt glances,
Looking through the glassmade window,
Wind blows, passing the windowsill in silence.
The girl with a flare skirt keep staring,
Far and far away, none else know where her mind goes wandering,
The girl with the flare skirt skips hear afternoon meals,
She comes out, open the door, walking right to the tree over the windowsill from which at first she was staring.
The girl with the flare skirt does only one thing,
She picks up a little light brown leaf that has just been falling,
No body understands the exact meaning.
The girl with the flare skirt takes a break and breathing,
Help herself to a nice sitting position,
To the more and more leaves that falling,
She keeps observing.
Or might be blindly looking.
It is the heart that goes wander and knows no way to come back home.
It is the mind that actually doing things, but now certainly freezing.
The girl with the flare skirt is standing.
That’s what people could tell by looking.
The girl with the flare skirt is actually drowning.
Wednesday, 31st of May, 2017
Anggun Nadia Fatimah