Last Day- Hina Takagi

I look around the room, sighing.

Feeling the cool evening breeze blowing.

A flower makes a curtsy quietly.

Knowing nothing but my face only.

Starched white sheet, and hard pillow.

The music and light were mellow.

Found a small calendar in corner.

November 16th, nothing happened, nothing new.

It was just an ordinary day.

But today was my last day.

 

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