iFireFlower

The riverbank was like our sanctuary, I had thought as I dipped my foot into a small ripple of the ghostly blue river that came close to shore, I turned to it in my darkest times and stood next to the river feeling that I could die happy…but not this time. Things are different. A weeping willow caught my eye, I approached it slowly. The crisp crunch of the pale green grass beneath my bare foot was delightful. The tranquility of the river’s calming water filled my head. Once the willow stood a few metres away from me, I stopped. I averted my gaze to a poorly placed cross in the ground. I bent and laid down a wreath of white daisies