around my heart are briuses and grooves that prove my devestation as i pay tribute with every day i meet i pray to gain strength to pull through to another day around my soul tears abound whenever i think of you i could not wound your badly infected wounds i fumble for words to explain i mumble the feeling i cannot express the shadow almost held my heart still the requiem won't arouse you from your peaceful sleep our friendship is enshrined in my living room not long ago i offered my silent homage to you i trust you kknow this is no goodbye though the shadow falls from time to time with no sanction from any ruler nor approbation from any resider now every yesterday is recorded in the books of history the anthologies won't bring you back, those i keep
they published your departure in different fonts and said you'd gone to a place where happiness abounds they captured your pictures in different poses but chose only the perfect amongst the rest and felicitously gathered words to tell the story of your life from the cradle to the day you took your rest
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11/28/2009 3:40:10 AM. #.26# You Are Here:
An Ode To The Velvet Voice by Stella Sisanda Qishi