Sun Rays fall like shooting stars
Thunder rolls like the spiritual rock
Rolled Away on Easter
Summer falls, after the springtime
My tears fall like rose petals
Pure And True, like new hope
Passing by my window
Angels Fall like raindrops
like the first snow of winter
My eyes cry waterfalls
As my depression takes
Over my body, and I am
Unable to control it
when I lost my uncle
It seems to me
That my heart and soul were
Ripped apart
thus is why, my tears flowed
Like heavy streams of
violent rivers
Wht happens when angels fall
Like falling shooting stars
My Uncle went too soon
I loved him like a dad
For my uncle, in my life
Now a guardian angel
Forever with me
To stop the flow of
My Tears, that fall Like Petals
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