In the quiet whispers of the night,
Her laughter lingers, soft and light.
A gentle breeze through memory’s door,
A sister’s love, forevermore.
The stars now hold her tender gaze,
In twilight’s calm, where dreams do blaze.
Yet in my heart, her warmth remains,
A beacon through the darkest pains.
Her voice, a melody of old,
In every story left untold.
Though time may fade her presence near,
Her spirit whispers, ever clear.
In every shadow, light breaks free,
Her essence dances, wild and free.
Though paths diverge, our souls align,
In memories sweet, her heart is mine.