Gone to soon.
#WritcoPoemChallenge
The joy of opening your eyes to another morn.
Should never be greeted to any sounds of mourn.
For a thousand today has long for such as breathe another day with us.
Or share a smile with love ones whom they trust.
Thou we think...
The joy of opening your eyes to another morn.
Should never be greeted to any sounds of mourn.
For a thousand today has long for such as breathe another day with us.
Or share a smile with love ones whom they trust.
Thou we think...