Saturday, July 2, 2016

For You

Last night alone
Was like reading poetry
Leading life where
It is never too late
Your smile broadened lately
You stood harsh times
Your children, we died
With you
For you

It is in centuries you were born
Fifty-four you live
And only twenty-two alive
You rose with heavenly sun
From West to East
Never again will you cry
Your children, we will cry
With you
For you

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