Saturday, June 17, 2017

Sister












her soul
is a gentle soul,
innocent and free,
full of laughter,
wriggling puppies and
springtime flowers,
with just a touch
of dark,
rainy days,
and love
stolen
without a goodbye;
her smile
is the smile
of life;
places she has been,
things she has tried,
tears she has cried;
she is a sister
to us all.
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