Beauty and sadness

She wears a long black gown - 

A sign of memory

For people who drown 

In reality, 

For people who didn't have time

To accomplish what they had to do...

It's a harsh world at times - 

They keep haunting you. 

Memories

Of the most sunny days, 

Memories

Of sweet summer rays, 

Memories

Of games in a Friday pub, 

Memories

Of lectures in a forgotten hub. 

She wears a long black gown, 

Almost like a nun, 

A sign of recognition

For people who would shine like the Sun, 

And their sundown was too abrupt...

There was a tragedy

On their way to interrupt

A pulse of a human being, 

Leaving those alive with a bitter feeling...

Memories

Of the most sunny days, 

Memories

Of sweet summer rays, 

Memories

Of games in a Friday pub, 

Memories

Of lectures in a forgotten hub. 

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