Sarah
A heart forged of silver and gold.
A smile as wide as the sky.
A mind brilliant and quick.
I ask, "Why did you have to die?"
A shadow cast where you use to sit.
A glass stands empty at your spot.
A cool breeze passes by.
Through death; Heaven, an angel was bought.
Copyright © Andrew Walker | Year Posted 2017
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