Poems 6

Slowly runs
Life out of your body
In small red brooks
Who mixes and vanish in the sand
Under your beaten body
Life that still hadn't started
To carry you on your small feet
Far away from your mother protecting apron
Which you liked to hide behind
Laughing
Kidding
Life was taken from you
Through an invisible enemy
You didn't know you had
Hit by something unknown
You don't reach to understand what's happening
You don't reach to stretch yourself to your mother
Before the pain make it darken around you
And takes your breathe away
Your mother will later pick up your lifeless body
Tearful in the flames inferno
And carry you between burning ruins
That once has  been your home
When the smoke lifts
And the sun shines from a blue sky
Like nothing ever has happened

We are in a hurry
The end has started
Your days a counted
We take a last meeting
Before you close your eyes
Don't have words for the unsaid
Your history ends here
I go on
With memories that soon will faded
like the old photos
you took when you were young

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