Monday, October 20, 2008
- A prose for Mushroom -
matilda was crying again
there were less tears this time
but heavy as always
this was probably the fourth shoulder she had cried on
"why cant i stop crying?" she asked.
and then a miracle happened:
the ground shook,
and flowers sprung out from all directions.
They were all her favourite colours.
As she gazed upon the flowers
she thought every one of them seemed to resemble someone close to her;
cheering her on.
and as the wind blew,
they started to dance around her in the lightest song.
Matilda smiled for the first time in months.
Her tears were never about sadness after all.
Cheer up girl =)
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