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Death is Just a Thing
The summer sun shines on me with a
brilliance that warms my bones,
but my heart is lonely for the ones who have gone.
My ears long to hear their words.
My eyes to linger upon their beauty.
But only memories remain,
some blurring with the sand and the wind.
Time marches on…
Death is just a thing that happens in the wind.
Hold the memories of love’s last words,
A silent moment or a ruckus laugh.
A giant hug or kiss on the cheek.
Whatever it was, that moment shared,
tuck it deep within your heart.
For time will pass and take its toll,
but love will last beyond death’s sting
and shine within the memories we sing.
4.21.17 mw lambeth


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