"mother once said,
the stars are souls,
she will become a star in some days,
she once said,
i will have to wear a pretty, black dress,
she will watch over me,
from above,
mother once said,
she will become a princess."
the little girl whispered,
holding her father's hand,
as she smiled at the tiny lights in the sky.
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Poetryher ashes flew away, a kiss they blew and the other souls finally shone. she was just too bright for this world, let her go but the flames of her words will remain forevermore. ♡♡♡♡ © 2020 Aria Kami. All Rights Reserved
