Part five ; where she told me her name and wrote it on the palm of my hand
She was sitting on a bench.
I sat right beside her.
Our shoulders
briefly touched and I shivered
again.
We sat in silence till she
started humming.
First soft and fragile
but then she started
singing.
Her dazzling voice,
pure
and as bright
as crystal.
The trees stopped their
whispering
and the flowers looked up.
They heard her voice
and crowned it
queen.
~
"Our brains are sick but that's okay" |-/