by blackevening
she stood before me in white
as a ray of hope in the night
with healing hands she bore
eases my body ridden with sore
i feel life enter anew
and my breath was never before
i thought that night was forever
and she gave me morning thereafter
though time pass
and changes of the four seasons
the scars that marked my frail body
still fresh and longing
for her healing hands
that lay lifeless before us..
we wishes more than ever
for her life to bear longer
And with these tears of respect
Conforms a sadness
For anyone who's ever lost
One who's dearest, and the love of a friend.
-- a poem made by a friend for my aunt
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