Heaven never made it in
I saw and wished my time away
There’s a long loss still that
Fills my body over & will go on
& old
See that grip.
The will to watch the sea to view
And holding
Palest coloured whispers through the age
Sigh sadly & remain
In spirit long tired out
To you
Tired and long gone
Out to you.
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