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Rain drops keep falling,
mix with my own emotions.
Father died today.
Breaking my silence,
there is no voice, no sound.
I cried alone.
Father keeps breathing,
my fist pounding on his chest.
Breathe, Father, breathe NOW.
Blue and purple,
I saw color on his face.
Death, are you coming?
I lay motionless,
pain without all the sadness.
I mourn, wail, grieve.
Will you hold my hand?
There is no brother, no mother.
Will you still hold my hand tight?
I am alone, Father,
though I am in the crowd.
Is it you, Father?
Father has died today,
rain mixing with my emotions.
Father, I love you.
About the Creator
Jules Win
If I could build a city with words, it would be filled with colorful letter bricks, language of laughter and a river flowing through emotions.

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