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Purple Clouds

Our Beacon

By Rose RosalesPublished 3 years ago Updated 3 years ago 1 min read
Purple Clouds
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...It's been a year since that untimely day the trees still lose their leaves. Some days consist of pouring rains for me it's only grief. Months have passed, as your violets grow that I planted for you to see. Through those purple clouds, that are in the sky That separate you and me. As the days go by and through every tear, lies the reason why It's because you're gone, and I miss you mom and I wish that you were here. They say in time, all wounds will heal. That don't apply to me, because for one the pain remains the same, since January 13th. I wish I should have told you, what you meant to me. If I was given one more chance, this would be my plea... Mom, please forgive me for all the things I did, like hurting you with my words, I should have never said... I should have said I love you 1000 times a day, but now I know I've missed that train and now it's much too late. Those purple clouds that hang above, I hope that you can see. They will be my beacon so I can find my way to you... or maybe you to me...

sad poetry

About the Creator

Rose Rosales

My life could have been less hard knocks, but would it have been boring? All the obstacles,trials, and tragedies are probably what kept me going. Every time I was knocked down, I got back up. I didn't allow them to break me.

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