The crowd congregated around the girl.
Bus, barely dented, stood guilty and cold.
With scene set, watch, let the trauma unfold.
Gasps and shocked faces will quickly unfurl
As blood, colored rose, seeps through teeth of pearl
With angry onlookers' mouths set to scold.
No. Accost the driver barely withhold.
With uneven breathing she'd inwardly curl.
She giggled, and then let silence be fed.
We all panicked assuming that she died.
Then, as she loosed her eyes wildly free,
"Why is it the clouds are so blue?" she said.
While some stood in silence, and some cried,
Stood I, wanting to be happy as she..