I look out from my small confines and see the earth that holds and
binds.
I see the grass that grows so green and dream of places where l've
been.
I hear birds singing in the trees, my face no longer feels the breeze.
I see on high the sky so blue, I see my life was there with you.
I see you standing all forelorne, Tears in eyes - as you mourn.
Don't be sad as you stand and stare, I'm all around and with you there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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