"Her Name Was Leila"

Skin as pale as white bedsheets. And lips as delicate as a wild rose. We spent 10 whole summers together, slipping our feet into her crystal pool. She was a lover of cats, the colour yellow, as well as dolphins. Her father called her Sultan. And her sister couldn't live without her.

She walked on Earth for 13 years. And will be buried under it forever. She had thick hair and bead like eyes. We spent 10 summers together. She was more than a friend, she was my best. She was like the sister I never had. Her name was Leila.