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Darkest hour
There she sits peacefully on the swing covered in vines...
She looks at the sky and wonders what they are doing now...
Wondering if they ever thought of her and who she is...truly.
She closes her eyes and holds her hands up towards the sky, trying to reach out to the soft, pure white clouds.
The black, toxic hair flows against her face like the soft blowing breeze.
Just like her arms, her hair reaches towards the sky trying to touch the clouds also.
A soft, repeating tune plays as she swings slowly on the swing.
The tune was the sound of the piano...being played slow and dark...
She looks down, tears falling slowly the sound of the piano...the tears wet her pure, clean white dress.
She smiles weakly as she swings slowly on the swing to the tune of the dark piano.
Her hair still flows slowly, like a black horse's long mane.
A bird lands on her skirt and looks up with curiosity.
It looked like the bird was wondering why she was in such a lonely and sad state.
She just looks at the bird with soft, dead eyes telling why she was such a sad state, all alone on the swing.
The bird then looked with sad eyes in response, and started singing to the tune of the piano playing the dark tune.
The girl looks at the bird and knows that it is singing to show that she is not alone...that everyone has their sorrow and pain.
The bird seems to pity her, not knowing how she exactly feels, but continues to sing to represent the words told by her heart and eyes.
As the bird finishes its song, she smiles and pets the bird lightly on the head.
She holds it lightly and holds it up, the bird flies away...feeling like it has healed the girl's heart in its song.
The girl still sits there, swinging slowly on the vine covered swing and watches the sky as time rolls by, hair still flowing gently.
The girl smiles lightly and sings to the tune of the dark piano, just like the bird.
She closes her eyes and sleeps on the swing in peace, still singing to the tune.
-Snow that flutters down like feathers