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You said, your spine of pride back then Raged at the sight of the invasion. Tonight, a parachute becomes your portrait. Lying atop live, surveying around. You abandoned the struggle, let it wane. And forgave yourself, for your stains. Once, it carried away the filth, leaving you clarity, But now, it drains your life away. Yet loneliness is life’s true shape, You mistook it for some sudden catastrophe. You defiled the once-only chance of existence, And repaid it with your life. If surrender becomes so effortless, Then, staying alive becomes poverty.

Beneath this scorching sunset, You become the purest willow tree. Slowly, open eyes that long sealed shut, Quietly meeting my gaze once more. Countless times, the heavy moonlight slipped from you, And you drifted, moving your clumsy body along. You are courage, resilience, and the most revered hymn to life. At parting, recall your chocolate-colored times. Thank you For waiting to share our final sight, Becoming the bride of that night, Then ending your twelve restricted days. To dream beneath the peach tree. Of a spring that has no ending.

I loved your pallor,That quiet ease beneath the water surface.Never knowing it was a fragile sigh,When death became so simple. Attachment let me foresee your end—Your gentle head […]