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Roseah



This is my poem I want ur opinion.



 



Roseah it was her name.
At the beach she always walks and plays with our yellow dog.
At sunset she always sings her beatiful song that all birds dance with her.
Roseah was my little pretty sister that all our city know her with bright blue eyes.
She  brought too much fun and joy to our life.
Roseah was lost in terrible death at train station by horrible crimical that has no heart.
You were everything to me.
Roseah I still keep love and pray for peace for you till the end of my time.
You are my dearest baby always in



my heart.
 



 

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