when the rose leaves its petals
tears from rosebud
I am only writing a letter
to the man I loved
He was only winter shadow
a dew on the grass
He said to me on day on meadow
The power always inside us
He always felt when I am sad
But he could calm my tears
He helped when I felt regret
He was near many years
But now he is grey and old
But strong, seams he is young
I love him like I loved before
My father and my Sun
Liya Liy
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