Where you sat
now grown cold
you left us all
though not old
my friend my friend
we cry for you
in winters grasp
or skies of blue
your flight departs
into the stars
twinkle twinkle
where you are
another year has
come and gone
without your smile
without your song
where you sat
now grown cold
you left us all
though not that old
2 comments:
I noticed the shadow in the upper corner. It is as if the person you are writing about is there with you. Nice pic....touching words
Thank you, thank you very much
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