She blew away with the wind
Your eyes still scan the horizon
The shadows obvious in your smile
You talk to her
A sigh
A tear
Her voice a whisper in a brook
Gurgling your name
Always here
Your senses lulled by her perfume
A thousand roses in full bloom
At her grave you lay a wreath
Your memories laced with agony
The child in you lost and dazed
All I can do is watch and pray...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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