Someone near my house, sibling with my grandmother (I don't know what the suitable word) has died. Let the sun going down and the sky crying for him. The atmosphere seem cold, and it show how my feeling here. This poem was especially for u.
God saw you getting tired,
When a cure was not to be.
So He wrapped his arms around you,
and whispered, "come to me."
You didn't deserve what you went through,
So He gave you rest.
God's garden must be beautiful,
He only takes the best
And when I saw you sleeping,
So peaceful and free from pain
I could not wish you back
To suffer that again.
Just leave and died. Have a good rest.
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