To My Father
- LECTURES 45
- Votes 3
- Chapitres 5
En cours d'écriture<5 mins
Dernière publication lun., nov. 10, 2025
And it's not useful to ask
how you are anymore,
since you returned immortal to where you belong.
And it's not useful to ask
how am I anymore,
since I forever lost my only home.
To my father,
I'll forever mourn you.
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