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Beams of sunlight washed upon my face,
As I thought of the lost things that I can't replace.
I thought of the things I lost,
They are the ones I love the most.
I thought back to what my Mother said to me,
"Darling, be free."
But how could I do that?
When I'm in misery.
Little brother, why did you leave?
I always told the wind that I miss you.
Why did you let me grieve?
I didn't even got the chance to say I love you.
If I could turn back the time,
I would get you back.
But now all my wasted words are in ryhme,
As I felt my heart began to crack.
Beams of sunlight washed upon my face,
Why did they took him away?
I wish for the last time to feel his loving embrace,
Hoping that a miracle would make him stay.
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Yours Truly
Poesia❝Everything that lies beneath these pages full of scattered ink, has become the definite reminder of who I was, who I am, and who I will be.❞ -All poems are mine. -May contain spoken word poetries and short stories. Highest Rank: #13 in poetry (01...
