Striking chords of reminiscence, stirring happy sadness over
a loved one that is lost.
Candid images, reaching from inner depths, tearing apart the
pages to get at the core of our beings.
Finding the strength needed to move forward, growing and
strengthening the ties that bind.
Cloudless skies, racing alongside us, playfully acting out
our fantasies without restriction or remorse.
Wandering highways with only one purpose in mind, to find
peace in a harried world.
Sounding musical trumpets, afraid of not receiving replies
and dying alone without companionship, in a vale of empty
tears.
Participating wistfully in a world which has left out
compassion and heart-to-soul recognition.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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