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Your darling smile, laid back in a wishful sign,
Your scent of the morning sun and snowy pine,
Hair — when brushed, cascades in a line,
My starry sun and the sole sister of mine,
Your voice that protests, held in a whine.
How barbaric you are, although a comedian sometimes,
Delightfully creative — a relished destructor and queer,
You never really changed, no matter what year,
Still beams the shining light that you wear,
Countless mistakes, yet still active anytime.
Mornings are somehow not your favourite,
Like the owl, on the starry night time you meet,
With your gaze very promising and soothing as it greets,
My best friend and like the stars that connects with me in a permissible feat,
You complete me as I revolve around you in a marathon of beat.
My active beaming sister,
My best friend in crime — a family I cherish,
My starry sun in the darkness of night,
Hugs that warms in the spectrum of light,
And words that pierce the beckons of might.
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"This poem is dedicated to all those people who have sisters out there, instilling that no matter how much we fight and argue in many things, we are still one family and will be the partners within the hardships we have to face in this very life of ours."
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Poetry"The dead that weaves in the spindle, A bundle of silk - woven and spun, Collected and collected, Until it's a huge massacre of stars." -Excerpt This is an original made poetry collection about life and are written in many forms of genre like love...
