Sarah Samarbaf - The White Ribbon In The Wind

Another flick, a spark, once more awakened the past,
Illustrating memories... are alive and always last.

I recall your visage with... Its veins, its charm, and grace.
Some invisible griefs, behind of that bony face.

Your tender artistic look, at a silly Rubik's parts,
Made your endless affection, dwell in our empty hearts.

You were our J. Keating of Weir's ingenious mind,
And that 'Remembrance Fest', that you held: one of a kind,

To our liveliest friend, we had toasted, and cheered,
But I saw a bloody band, on your wrist was appeared.

You smoked and you spoke, with your own personal tone:
'A dead soul would never need, all of these; to be well known,

Look the living hey kiddo! and cherish their real worth.'
I stared at the white band: accessible, open source.

I thought it should be a band, you could have tied it with care,
Upon a pretty girl's... glowing and blonde hair.

Not as a merciless rope, tight around the skinny neck,
But just like the sign of love, danced by the wind in a lake.

Hey, my friend! don't frown, let me exactly define,
Not a regret for the dead, but as an amity sign.\n\nSarah Samarbaf

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