A beautiful lineage
The greenish leaves on the old standing tree
Sprinkling of it seeds upon the street,
And the colorful petals on dreams
Preaching salvation to the hungry bees,
Free free on spree we have been called,
Yelling out of her tendering left breast,
Whiles emotions took her thoughts thirst
Quenching her dreams into our reality,
Amidst the long awaiting sermons,
And words spoken at the tunnel echoing over the years,
With her tender voice calming our tears,
Unfolding the goodies of her sweats
Down on our smiling future,
Till her memories take a walk down the cemetery doorway,
We will wave a memory with joy.
@jcsonjenuis
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