If we talk on the telephone via the tin cans How cost effective it would be then, No worry about bills Or when there is no battery, Just throw over the tin can Let's start talking again.
I write in remembrance of memories of a Graceful angel, whom Heaven sent. Words flow Gracefully, inspired. Words filled the space with Gracefulness, aspired.
I write till the day comes, that no words can further describe, and no vocabulary can further define, that when she look into the space, and when she reads the poems, she will realize, the angel's name is GRACE.
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