REST DEAR AUNTY
(18+)
Weeks ago, the doctors told us that a very sneaky, shape shifting, rapid proliferation, demon-cancer moving with a sadistic glee Was swiftly violating your body Its Venom trickling down your body A dark cloud hovered in the summer sky We never knew anything for certain But we were hopeful and looked forward to your recovery I remember your brave face through all the pain and suffering You didn't shed a single tear; In your eyes we saw pain and agony Slowly tears rolled down our eyes, they wouldn't refrain. you stayed intact, strong and positive You gave us hope, you promised to be okay We knew the time had come to say goodbye, It was so hard to let you go You told me, mwili ni maua And now I understand that we are impermanent beings that eventually fade away, So I'll love life, be thankful, and just do the best I can for as long as I can. There is a ferocious fire, slowly scorching and tormenting us, To be brave is to cry, they say We have been balling our eyes out since we received the news of your demise. Rest my dear auntie It's hard to say goodbye We love you Huruka uhoro
2023-11-18 19:58:30
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Question 1?/Вопрос 1?
The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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وردةٌ قبِيحة
و مَا الّذي يجعلُ مصطلحُ الوردة قبِيحة؟ -مَا الّذي تنتظرهُ من وردةٍ واجهت ريَاح عاتية ؛ وتُربة قَاحلة و بتلَاتٍ منهَا قَد ترَاخت أرضًا ، مَا الّذي ستصبحهُ برأيك؟
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