Their fingertips touched each other,may be not,
As they lied,in pool of blood..
The red struggled to intertwine,as if their hearts..
Getting up from the body,they watched, themselves lieing down,at a distance..
As the wind began pushing them away,from each other,towards opposite direction..
Unfeeling of their pain of separation..
Memories started to crumble,
The hostages in the school,two little children,
Playing in the garden,lie dead..
Countless lifetimes,yet all of it ends in sad ending..
Without even a kiss of goodbye..
