Обо всём и про каждого (набор словоплетений)

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MY FATHER'S LAST WORDS...

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I saw death, it came like a thief,
In the stillness, I felt disbelief.
He wheezed softly, his arms fell slack,
In that moment, I wished time could turn back.

I shook with fear, cursed the night,
Screaming his name, desperate for light.
His eyelids closed, unhearing of my cries,
A silent farewell beneath the darkened skies.

"Don't leave, don't leave," my heart did plead,
"Don't burden me with this heavy seed."
But then, a miracle—a breath returned,
In that fragile moment, hope brightly burned.

"He said, 'I want to see my daughter,'"
He whispered low, "It's not yet time."
"I'll wait for her—no questions to dread."

And then—night would reveal all,
I’ll live through the darkness; I’ll rise from the fall.
With each passing hour, I’ll take the pain slow,
For love is a journey—I’ll learn to grow.

"He said, 'I don’t want the hospital,
I’m too weary to roam,
To leave without those I cherish at home.'"
His voice, a soft echo, "I'm sorry, my son,
My route has come to an end—but yours has just begun."

"You’ll carry my spirit, my dreams, and my fight,
In the laughter of children, in the warmth of the night’s embrace.
For a father’s love is a bright legacy,
A guiding light in your journey."

DL2024



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Отредактировано: 21.12.2024

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