Poetry Corner by Shazaiah acraman
Sunday 8 July 2012
Early morning breeze
It was a early morning breeze,
when your heart stop to beat.
For that very moment,
Every thing got still.
I cried and I prayed,
but it was too late.
For you already left this world,
with out saying a thing.
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