As the world begins to mourn
your departure
flags lowered
obituaries floating
I stand at the door
watching you go. Sure
you'l make a pause somewhere,
look back and wave to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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As the world begins to mourn your departure, flags lowered. An insightful, well articulated line of your poem that captured the essence of his greatness. A lovely piece of poetry, well penned. Thanks for sharing.