The radius of the sun can sometimes be overshadowed by rainy days and dark clouds
The beauty of this tragedy is that your silent cries are heard loud
Those times when you feel all alone
Just listen to the whispers in the air
And I'll be there
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This poem was written for a friend whose life was a beautiful tragedy. He lived an amazing life that was cut short tragically. I wrote this in his memory.