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Death

October 21, 2016
By Anonymous

All the sweet songs ended
The sky  concealed with darkness
Whole town culminated in cries
         We all attended.

Had a heart made of gold
A voice of knowledge and intelligence
Often that’s what I was told.
         Was never reticence
  
She was blessed with a cry
That reminded everyone
       He who got a wing can fly.
She wished so many things she would have done!

The laughter of a child wounded
They never felt surrounded,
Their role model was gone
So all they had to do was sadly carry on.


The author's comments:

After my uncle died, I learned a lot about how we should treat people and why it's important to help other people before they no longer exist.


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