The wind meanders thro his thick layers.
Giving his hair a carless touch of style.
His are brighter then the sun but yet they are full of darkness.
His mouth always smileing,
When people are looking.
Broad shoulders.
He would make any mother proud and he did.
He ws his fathers pride and his monther's joy.
I reach out to hold his hand one last time.
Then the happieness the sadness in his eyes whisp away with a quiet whisper.
His features fade,
And soon im standing alone.
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