The arts.

The strenght which he had,
is hard to surpass.
The courage he showed,
not easy to grasp.

His whispers were soft,
his hands, they were smooth.
His body so frail,
not breaking the mood.

'Take care of yourself',
something he would say.
'I won't be around,
at the end of the day'.

'Make sure they are safe,
and don't let them break.'
'I know that it's hard,
not easy to take.'

'You're my little doll,
now show me that smile.'
'The one letting me know,
it will all be worthwhile.'

'Dry those frail tears,
because you know in your heart,
they have no real meaning,
we're never truly apart.'

As he drew his last breaths,
a flicker sparked in his eyes.
He made us feel comfort,
in his final goodbyes.

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