A girl flew with the wind like a flying leaf.
Those who saw her thought she was flying because she wanted to.
The smile never left her face.
So that her secret could not become visible.
Inside, she was dead.
Dark.
Darkness in every place inside her.
I could not see it.
I looked at her as she flew.
Her silence surprised me.
The reason for her silence was her birds.
Because she did not want them to become sad.
»Why does she not speak? I hope she will speak.«
Then all will honour her.
