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Born on summers deathbed
Gone by autumns end
Cracked shell
Eager eyes
Useless wings
You were young and not yet ready
Taken too early
Left too late
As you fled this world
Many tears were shed
And as the rain fell
We knew
Our sparrow was gone
Stolen from our grasp
At autumns end
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To Stephie,
I miss you.
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It's been eight months since my sister died and it's starting to get that slightest bit easier.
She turns 17 in 4 days.
Her nickname was Sparrow.
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I miss you.
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It's been eight months since my sister died and it's starting to get that slightest bit easier.
She turns 17 in 4 days.
Her nickname was Sparrow.
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Picture: [link]
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I truly can feel your emotion in this and the other poem you wrote. It's a very deep severing pain that aches deeply. I hope your sparrow flies to see many new places and meet many new creatures on her next journey.