The smell of your hair I know is still there, if most of our leaves are blown
Our words still ring in the brush and the trees where singing seeds are sown
Your shape and form is dim but plain, there on our mountain bed
I see my life was brightest where you laughed and laid your head...
1 comment:
Oh, this made me cry. It helps me to know you understand my pain. I hope it helps you to know I understand yours. Call anytime you need to. Love ya'!
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