The Wide Eyed Girl

 

The wide eyes blinked

It was over

The war has engulfed the pond, the garden, and the moon

It wasn’t her choice

She smiled

Too young to worry, too old to cry

The wide eyes stared at a green leaf, among the ruins

The birds might come back

She poured what’s left of her water on what’s left of a tree

The apples will grow!

(A little darker than I usually write. That is because it was inspired by my life experience…)

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