Her tears fall down from heaven in streams,

my shame eats at my soul.

Please, oh please, forgive this daughter of yours,

mother, while I try working hard for a new day.

Hear my cries and end the streams,

of this never-ending sorrow.

I promise to wake up soon, one day,

never spilling red waves on the tiles of the morrow.


My sister was born when I was 15, now she thinks I’m┬áthe one who’s 15 and she’s 35, sigh

Sisters never have an age, we’re forever-by-blood-heart-and-birth and linked, ageless

See my dears, sisters are like fine wine, and we wine well too – “she took my wifi!”

My little sister just today said, so politely, that I get on her nerves picking out tea!

Me! With picking out a tea driving her up the wall?

Well, it is fair, she sent me coo coo by two.

But I digress, She’s my sister and in my heart and art, she shall never age.

– five forever chica!

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