29 September 2012
He was a great boy
yet his time ran out.
He was happiness itself.
A smile always on his face.
He was a safari child.
Always on the look out
for dangerous animals.
He never grew old of the world.
Each day was something new.
A spider was fascinating.
A lonely pebble was a mountain.
He will be remembered
by the ones he met.
He was only twelve
when the clock stopped.
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He left three years ago
And till this day
And this moment
Tears run down my face
A dam that broken
And can't be fixed
A second death
In the same house.
Faustino Guerrero • Opuss № I