She was in hospice
Her disease was fatal.
She wrote poems.
She had her own style.
She had a diary
And there was her notice:
“Forgive me, but don’t forget.
Don’t miss me and don’t regret.
I was the one in life, I was the last.
In 3-4 days I’ll become the dust”
I read it once, I read it twice.
I was shocked, I couldn’t realize:
Her room is empty
She has passed away.
The game is over.
Flames of her life faded forever away.