The sun was setting low, the wind whistling high, my sister went to a party without saying good-bye. When the phone rang, panic filled the house as we found out my sister was in a big bang. We got to the scene as she flew away, to meet us again someday.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem to describe the terrible night when my sister died.
Birth sign: Taurus
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