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Feb 2
Somedays I see you on the sky
Your pretty face made of pure clouds
Watching over me with a big smile

Somedays you are invisible
I can only hear your benign laughter
If only I could hug you

I would always ask myself
Why you were taken away from me
I was in a quandary
Shiny days began to rust
Dark days became more darker

Atleast my loss was a blessing for others
Heaven was blessed with an angel
I still hear your therapeutic voice
I miss you every single day
Rest well my angel
Written by
Thembisile Khumalo  15/F/South Africa
(15/F/South Africa)   
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