Shadorma 3/October



arrives bittersweet.
You were born,
then you died.
Cold winds blow through grief-stricken
month that brought so much.

Yet, took so
much away, precious
life ended,
when you were
but twenty-two, memories,
remain in my heart.

©The Vixen of Verse🦊, 2020.
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