Is she visible in this wilderness where the soldiers march efficiently by?
She holds it out, watching its unexpected demise.
Her attention fixed on the wilting bloom, as if willing it to rise from the grave.
She is a child of circumstance, in a dress that was once beautiful.
It's shy pink peaking out from behind the dust,
Beside the desert khaki that towers over her,
And the sand beneath her feet.
Visual train of thought partially inspired by the artwork on "Silent Echoes" Video EP by Dr Noise
6/12/09
