Cheryl


Cheryl the beloved, dear one, friend.

She grew up in the world like a flower in the wind,
Strengthened by troubles,
Captured by death.
Death was the curse that made her fear.

But fear did not hold her.
Fear did not stain her.

She left the world with a hope in her heart.
She carried it and left it behind.

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