Aqualad
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- Seen Apr 23, 2006
Here is a poem I wrote about my guinea pig that recently died. Her name was lyra.
Afternoon; it happened
Oh, so quick, scarcely a month,
But we loved that month.
Her frail, blissful soul,
As Lyra lies in his arms,
Fades with a calm wind.
Her eyes glaze over,
And her fur loses its shine-
Memories live on.
The sun sets slowly
In my heart- The truth hits me:
She is really gone.
Afternoon; it happened
Oh, so quick, scarcely a month,
But we loved that month.
Her frail, blissful soul,
As Lyra lies in his arms,
Fades with a calm wind.
Her eyes glaze over,
And her fur loses its shine-
Memories live on.
The sun sets slowly
In my heart- The truth hits me:
She is really gone.