By Amaziah Lily Anne de Rosas
Grade 9 - Mercy
Everybody is broken
For someone was taken.
Everybody burst into tears
Because of their fears.
And now, you are gone.
It doesn’t mean that we’re done.
The worries I had
Were not that bad.
The times I spent with you, though,
Not even the wind can blow.
We were still seven
When you were taken to heaven.
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