By Tisha Gail Miranda
Grade 9 - Mercy
You are like a tree
That people want to see;
Like a leaf that was falling,
You didn’t hear them calling.
My sleepless nights
Can be seen in lights.
The sorrow I feel inside
Makes me cry outside.
The good things you made
Will never fade.
They will stay in our minds
Like the day you left behind.
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