In the middle of the night
When everyone hides
She crawls under her blanket
Confronting the thoughts within
She shivers
Reminisces
Thinking about his four dimensions
And the physics that drove him mad
Beautifully mad
In the middle of the night
When everyone hides
She whispers his name
Drizzling tears
And it echoes under the ground
In his grave
© 2012 ALIA SULTAN
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