My Loss
We are two limbs patching our wings
Twas guided by perfect winds
The green scenery use to creates temptation
But the vast blue sky was giving better impression
We were so free up in the sky
your falling is the thing I can still deny
You were strong fast and healthful
but all that was a too boastful
Endings no longer wait for complete stories
It knocks in times of, youth, adult merry and worries
When I pass were you fall, I always cry
But straight path, constable wind at least I can fly
Tho we diverge our separate path
Amisse moment of our time was a rare fact
At least I still preach and say
The sweet memories any my loss when you are away.
poem by Kemurl Fofanah
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