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The Valley. Death Tout
Brother Matt, mom, dad.
Three strikes! so quickly out.
Sea of grief I go to drown
Alone
Tears
Down
Down
Down
Waves of Life are over me.
Sow & grow times
Hear now. We pray
Robin chimes,
“Have a Blessed Day! ”
To ears-a song;
to soul- a prayer
Thank-you Robin,
God lifted me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem