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AYA

In a place filled with laughter and light,

There was a girl named AYA,

A tiny, tall
girl with blond curly hair,

She is fond of creating TikTok dances.

She wears a genuine smile like a gentle breeze,

Her confidence sparks each mind to ignite,

When she talks, she expresses clearly, directly without rambling,

She is the gem of the family like a diamond treasure,

Her heart is as warm as the sun that gives happiness,

Her spirit radiates joy that brings cheers,

She was the heartbeat of her family,

Always ready to lend a helping hand.

For her siblings, she is indeed a gem.

Sharing secrets, sharing dreams, and sharing hopes,

That’s what she and her siblings spend most of the time,

She embraced every moment with enthusiasm and love,

 Whenever she’s with her siblings, laughter echoed through the halls,

Her diligent helping hands bring smiles to her aunties and uncles,

She had a special bond with her father,

Their connection woven with love and understanding,

A bond that made her feel safe and cherished.

Dreaming of a peaceful and happy life,

She filled her days with kindness,

She always put others before herself,

But one day, the vibrant colors of her life began to fade,

As her illness crept into her life like a sharp double-edged sword,

Her family and friends still hoping for a miracle,

But the unwavering spirit and resilience were gone.

The disease stole, destroyed, and faded AYA’s happiness,

As her family watched her  last breath helplessly,

The girl who had once been the source of their joy,

Is now inside the coffin that made everyone in tears,  

Her death made the house dim,

The laughter that once filled their home

Replaced by silence and mourning,

AYA, everyone in tears, every mouth shouting and roaring,

AYA, WHY, early age, early death, early loss?


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