the white flowers sit,
in silence
they taunt the horrors
of knowing you've left.
i look up, and the rain..
it's stopped,
the suns shining,
on a day like this?
pitying.
as i turn to walk away from your grave,
i still don't understand,
how angels,
like you,
don't always walk the earth.
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white balloons : cpn ✔️
General Fiction" I'm guilty of you passing away, I was the course wasn't I? But what is my fate? If I'm not the culprit, Who is? Death was only doing his job.." But does he know, a change of fate is coming his way.. In the most unexpected manner. PLEASE NOTE first...
