An Ode to Michael
The clouds are grey today
Holding every drops to its way
While mountains resonance the voice
A sad sonnet to the world
Morning would never be the same again
As our brightest sun disappears forever
The walk, the dance, the song
Become a history in just one night
The regret comes too late
As we suddenly realize
How discourteous our behavior in the past
To this precious fragile soul
May time alleviate the grieve
From the loved ones
From our bare chest
Because a lighthouse will always be a lighthouse
Standing alone in the gloomy mist
But eternally stand out with its light
poem by Blue Bell
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