On a dull plain,
a wind-swept,
ruin filled,
plain.
There stands a girl,
a girl with blue hair.
-I’m so sorry-
cries the wind
-I didn’t realise-
as it throws: shrapnel in her face.
-Such a shame-
as it throws: a white rose at her feet
-Have a nice life though-
as it throws: her hair into her face.
And as she pulls it back
she is crying tears of blue.
☮&♥
