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Your Home
Everything changed quickly in life,
But your home stayed the same.
Standing and holding roses in hands,
Breathing our last breaths to see you lastly.
Our hair turned into gray color now,
Yet we haven't forgotten meeting to hug you.
The hearts are tired of being far and sad,
Waiting for the day to share new happiness.
Lairs mouths if they ever said we are great,
Ask eyes who cry more than a raining clouds do.
Memories are still in our minds all the time,
We forget our own souls, but we haven't your care.
Even poem lost her own rhyme of our sorrows,
When your home was empty but your graves front of us.
