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    • WE MISS THEM

    21,November,2020 by

    WE MISS THEM

    The sun went down the Mountains
    Birds flew from one telephone pole to another
    Dusk creeped and took the throne
    We placed the red roses on their Graves
    Uttering silent prayers

    We sat on the log of woods
    That were abandoned in the past
    Next to the Graves
    Our skins glimmered
    When they came into contact
    With golden rays of moonlight

    A little slumber took us away
    And our faces melted with tears
    When we remembered our gone friends ,brothers and sisters
    The moments we shared
    Basking in the hot sand of Africa
    Singing our favourite songs
    But all we were left was a sad story
    © INFINITE INK

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