Alive
A beautiful girl,
With a beautiful smile,
Staring into her eyes,
Getting lost for miles.
She asleep,
Eyes always shut.
Her body lays in dust.
Her heart has stopped,
No longer will it work.
The love inside is alive.
Spreading like a wildfire.
She is gone,
Yet she is more alive than ever.
Copyright © Gwynne Olson | Year Posted 2016
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