In the journey of life,
Which can be cut with a knife,
All the things happened in the past
reminds me, very fast.
I like to spurn away,
My bad memories and to travel
In this world, in a spry way;
and to be relaxed, the whole day.
In our life, we met with
So may people who were
So close to our heart,
But gone far away from this world.
From them, there was a person,
Who I really miss a lot,
He was like a father or even,
Like a grandfather to me.
He was an owner of
A very beautiful smile and
There was no one, who I met,
Had such an innocent face.
When I remember him and pray for his soul,
The lost memories would re-appear, in my mind,
And, the only thing that gives me,
The real pain, was that lost SMILE...
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