This wind that carries my heart
Can be found by the white, sandy shore
Wistfully swaying to and fro
Attempting to live in the world once more
You see, she has died
And I’m now left alone
To twist in the breeze
Nowhere to call home
For each there is someone
She was that for me
But with her ashes I’m cast
With her into the sea
Great poem. Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you so much!
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This is heartfelt, Kevin.
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Thank you, Winnie! :
;-))). I hope you are well!
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Ah, but if she has Gone Home, as they say, there will be another meeting!
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True… so, very true!
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