You're gone and now your body's not the same.
So dull and lifeless, you're not there. It's plain
that you have flown away beyond this realm
and earth has lost a gem, a glowing stone
that sets in ruby night, now you've gone home.
Coal spots, as eyes, you grey my mood to rain.
Buried gently, but infinitely near:
your rest is as an earth-bound, not a dove.
Surrounded by those flowers loved so dear
you are, to me, a garden I can't leave.
To compost you'll return your verve, since here
your heart remains in every bloom and leaf.
Your words are worth a child's delight and joy,
so fly, bright ladybird, my paduasoy.
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