Jordan Si Biography

I miss you in the moments
my brain tries to make myheart forget,
and I wonder if you remember the curvesof my body
the same way
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Funerals touch us all in one moment or another.
A recalled memory is that of a young school friend taken by surprise.
Little understood.
A cloud of sadness hung over a town letting tears flow.
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Everyone's childhood should spent in the light of lamp, seen mainly in remote village. Because the mystical half shaded light crates an imaginative world to the child.
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Wilted dandelions grow on your grave And velvet moss laces your headstone As I can still smell your sweet cologne Sharp winds hit me like a rolling wave My pallid hands comb the damp blades And gelid raindrops pierce my tan skin As my love for you is held from within Whilst I trek to you through two glades The garden seems lonelier without you As it resembles that of my solemn heart Like a battered delicate rose,
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In the midst of a shadowed night, I tinge myself in sheer moonlight. Frost sheaths the window’s glass whilst fleeting storm clouds pass and I see succinct visions of you; I weep, because they are not true. My red heart still aches with pain and the tears on pillow shall stain; leaving a mark of the times I cried since that very day when you died.
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