Meg Meg Poems

I know you’re gone
but how can that be
We had plans for the future
lots of things, for you to see.
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The winding road,
it always turns,
away from the place
where fire burns
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A year has passed,
since that dreaded day,
when my dear grandma,
passed away.
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Time heals all wounds,
that’s what’s been said.
Now, some time has passed,
yet, still they are dead.
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Living high in the moon-lit sky,
they often sit and watch the passerby.

Lovers and thieves come out at night,
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