As I walked on the sand
Holding seashells in my hand
Thinking of those eyes so pearly...
I could not understand
Or quickly comprehend
Why you were taken so early.
Did you die in vain?
Or did we learn through pain
Not to take life for granted...
Or will your tragedy
Become your parody
Of the privacy, you so deeply wanted.
C. Vergara
09.01.1997
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