The poem goes on like a tanka-poem, or at least trying.
This poem isn't finished, this is like the part one. Don't ask the meaning of this, I just had a picture of a little girl, meeting a skeleton in a grocery store.
The Skeleton Man
As she walks in her
favourite grocery store
looking for her mom,
she hears a sound from her back.
Somewhat clinking sound she hears.
Reading magazines
there's a skeleton man and
she sees him clearly;
she has a cylinder hat
on top of his skull all white.
The girl, when taking
two steps forward, doesn't say
a word; both are quiet.
The skeleton man sees her
and stretches his hand towards.
The girl is not scared,
but very interested, yes.
Her little hand, in
the hand of skeleton man's,
isn't shaking any more.
"This is just a dream"
the girl thinks at the moment
when everything turns
into the brightest starsky.
They fly inside shooting stars.
The skeleton man
is always smiling with his
unforgetable
smile, and the happy eyes of
his are full of emptiness.
He shows her a place
that is nothing but diamonds.
When she picks up one,
her hand seems to disappear;
she becomes invisible.
