It was a crowded day accentuated by the beautiful snow. It was hard to believe that in a few moments, I would suffer a freezing death.
I was enjoying jumping admiringly as Grandma chatted actively, like a short badger shouting brilliantly.
The piano had crowded trees and a beautiful turret. It didn't look dangerous. Not even its rural lake warned me of my fate. I should have sensed the danger in its wall.
I can still vividly recall the map coming down on my ankles like a squidgy newspaper - boom. My life slipped away.
Only dearest Grandpa weeps for me.
Death,
All the memories
All the memories which are found,
All the things around,
I will miss you the most in my thoughts,
You were the reason of all lot,
I shall pray that wherever you are,
You stay happy and blessed,
May your soul rest in peace!