• _poetrybox_ 9w


    He was the soul of our happiness,
    which we thought will never fly.
    He was the light of our cottage,
    which we thought will never fade.

    Yes,he is my lovely brother,
    whose absense has pushed me into darkness.
    He has given us a lot of memory,
    and then suddenly he became a memory.

    Threads of your memories,
    are woven into the clothes.
    Which will keep your loved ones warm forever