For My Youngest Brother
When you had been,
When you not,
This the difference
With a tinge of pain,
A very heavy heart
To feel it!
Your Memories
Leaving your memories,
Memories,
What do I have?
Say you,
Is life a tale of sorrow?
I Wept
I wept for you,
You wept for me
And as thus curved our life,
The script of our love story.
An indivisible love story
Of heart to heart connection.
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