At Peace, finally

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

One wrong touch and she will be gone.



On and on she went without a break yet she never reached the place she dreaded to arrive. Smile was long gone and now she was fading like clouds in the sky, slowly and quietly. The main question is, who will be able to collect her piece by piece and not let her fade away? Who? Was it even possible? It was yet to find out.