Day 55 - 15/11/09 Images that won't be forgotten, That words construed in stories could not depict, That mould ones core into shapes unseen, Raising a glass over conversations of the universe, Smoke rising towards the night sky, This was no sad day, This was a respectful goodbye, An end that buried souls would envy Where the patter of feet was always unseen, The land welcomes this stranger, A deservedly slow process, A goodnight with intentions of a return, For tomorrow you will shine in the sun, For tomorrow you will line each blade of grass, For tomorrow you will be
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