The mourning...
Misty flower pedals
weep
Warm rays of sunshine
break through the darkness
Hands hold tightly to
things that used-to-be
Spent tears march down
pale faces
Thoughts call out
The heart screams with
broken love
Eyes search the sky
Maybe amongst the
clouds some answer may be found
Together we grieve
Remembered with the
fiercest conviction
Now...
Forever...
And Always...
©
2015
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