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a child that belongs in heaven,
and not under the ground,
a child that belongs to god,
and not to her mother, no more,

a child that wanted to be loved,
same love that would no longer be felt by her little body,
that smiling bright face that is no more,

a childhood that is now buried under a carved stone,
the tears of a father in denial,
a fainted mother, and a sister left with her arms inviting but still are empty,
and that memory of walking to the garden,

body that never had the chance to feel exhausted,
now it is scorched and blurry,
a soul that screams happiness and buries all sadness within,

a long silky hair,
vanished with the flames,
a mysterious personality,
that only few knew how to understand,

a childhood that is now buried under a carved stone,
the tears of a father in denial,
a fainted mother, and a sister left with her arms inviting but still are empty,
and that memory of walking to the garden.

friends that feel like orphans, so alone,
"we are right here if you'll ever need us"
"just please dont go, please , be"
and one day , when i'll finally comprehand,
ill scream ill cry forever denay,
and only then, would you kiss me ?
ill give up myself, every little piece of me.

a child that belongs in heaven,
and not under the ground.


in the memory of adi rozman R.I.P