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Heritage

Is flustered, weeps – sobs,
Rain beats the window.
Hurries, full gas,
She pressed the pedal totally.
In her hectic soul
she is left to himself.
The grief, the anger
Dazzles it, and fumbles,
Look for her mobile phone.
The fiancée tears her veil off.
If only the rain not would fall!
Slippery the road
And a sudden bend.
The brake screams,
And her last breath
Sends it to the roadside tree,
New and the dresses of white
Changed into red one,
Paints it the blood poured out.
The last kiss seals
the bride's wedlock.
- Bouquet and wooden cross
All of her heritage -

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