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She had such a great personality. She was loyal. She was just. She was exuberant As well as A powerful enemy(not for me). She is creative. She was charming, But could just be that fiery woman In the blink of an eye. She was the one who would Always stand beside me In all circumstances. She was the only one Who would always Be my only support. She was the only one Who would always bring out Her helping hand, first. She was flamboyant. Her nature displayed her Ebullience. She could always be my store room. The store room of all my thoughts, Good and bad. I poured in my feelings into her. She could just understand me The best. But today, I am In front of her tomb, Crying a mournful cry And weeping bitterly Over this grief, Her very sad death. She doesn't deserve the burial ground. She just doesn't. I just can't believe this happened. But She left to her heavenly abode. And this day, Will be my darkest day. #TSA2020 ******
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Andra Stars
It's a sad but very beautiful poem
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2020-04-06 15:27:02
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STELLA RAYMOND
@Andra Stars yeah. Thank you. ❤️
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2020-04-06 15:38:24
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STELLA RAYMOND
@Black Hole imaginary poem.... fictionary kinda. 😔
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«And in my hour of darkness She is standing right in front of me Speaking words of wisdom, "Let it be"» Beatles - Let it be Хай буде так. Прийми своє життя. Прийми негоду, біль і в серці рану. Прийми свою не вічність, як буття. Прийми, що у людей на тебе інші плани. І не кричи, не плач, коли летиш із неба. Земля тверда. Це так. Реальна. Не м'яка. Живи та не шкодуй. Так було треба. Можливо не тобі. Комусь. Чиясь рука. Ти витримав. Стерпів. Усі пройшов дороги. Ти не зламався, ні. Ти просто біг не так. Ти просто падав. Просто вірив богу, І довіряв не тим. Кохав не так. Хай буде так. Прийми, що ти один І залишайся сильним, що б не було далі. Життя лиш мить, в яку стікає плин годин. Лиш зайчик сонячний, ребро медалі. Бо що б не було - ти не вічний, ні. І те що має тут коштовність, там - згорає. Ти помираєш тут. Зникаєш на війні. Та пам'ятай - у смерті щастя аж ніяк немає.
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Question 1?/Вопрос 1?
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