My loved peers who pass on all these years,
Brought me all these tears,
Memories of chill parties and sad nights,
But when we turn, pictures hanging on the wall we sight.
Who was a friend, now lost, living in the whirlwind,
A ghost or a soul, far or close we don't know,
Only victims know where they go,
My dead peers till the end of time we stay apart.
I my mind's eye I picture them in Heaven,
A place where old times our hearts seems travelling,
In Abraham's heart I feel you're resting at last,
My dead peers rest in peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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