I was tearing up by the end of this poem

I recall the day you stole the sun’s glorious shimmer,
Plucked it right out from the window of your room,
Wrapped it around ourselves as if we were refugees,
Sneaking into a masquerade ball we were not invited to.
Ribbons and Bows
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I was tearing up by the end of this poem
You have captured memorable moments, horror and tragedy very eloquently
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Written by Yana Bostongirl12.1K Followers
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✨A memoir in motion, no script, just life - with a quirky Indian American flavor!|🌶️| Owner of Good Vibes Club publication💫 & The Heritage Pub 🪔
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