life... is always passing by—
breezing across blazing fire...
yet will always hold hope
and twinkle like fairy dust
to those who goes afar,
into oblivion, like my papa
you are loved...
and will always be wished to still be with us
i hope you are with the stars—
and the moon that shines past darkness.
and i hope you are happy—
with a smile... curved crescent.
and there might be sadness descended...
an aching that can't be comforted...
the pain that won't be erased...
because we will always wish you to be here
with us, like how i wish my papa
but it is okay...
everything will be alright.
life breezy
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