T H E T H I R D L E T T E R O F D A D'S D I A R Y

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Head and hair all feathers,


Eyes filled with mist,


Lips to soul quiver,


Heartstrings no longer rhyme,


Body shrunk to stick,


Soft skin dried,


Hands holding hands, they cry


I forgot to see why,


A sudden rush of fresh air filled me in,


You, caressing my face,


I obviously bloomed,


Heart sang a beautiful melody,


In sync, my lips curved up,


Forgetting the sad sunset, I woke up to see your moonlit face,


Head on your lap with full of our springtime,


I wonder if this heaven or you


then I laugh at my stupidity


and bring your lips to mine,


While I apologize,


Since you both are


UNDISTINGUISHABLY ALIKE.






P.S.Mom misses you a lot too, dad.

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