We were so small,
May seem to some,
Memories shot
All scene-to-scene,
An echoing voice,
Now theme-to-theme;
Your wisdom shared,
Pure evergreen.
Your eyes now closed,
Earth mise-en-scène;
Is it ever wrong to never-say-never
When stickier sap sets a balm forever?
Reflecting so
My heart careens
Through flutterbye-
Filled evergreens…
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Powerfully penned, ST. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian