when it dies
it takes away
the zeal
the drive
the will for the way
when it dies
it leaves behind
a gap
a grief
taking up all your mind
when it dies
it gives to graves
your words
your moves
dust fills up the caves
when it died
three quarters into memory
the might
the measure
were unknown to all, to every
3 comments:
Beautifully written, yet simply spoken...hugs bum
It's like hunting success stories that are ghosts... Five years of the system... Look where we are now...
Hugs..
Poo, yes I know you know *hug*
And Zoo, I know you know *hug*
Love you two :)
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