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Submitted:Feb 1, 2008 Reads: 148 Comments: 2 Likes: 2
Gone.
Hush; hush. Listen. Silent though it was,
a whisper in the night. With the light of dawn I heard it
Travel on a sigh. A final breath, a sad goodbye.
Good times float past in a single thought, a lifetime of memories
are all I’ve got.
On this cold February morning I look out at the pregnant sky
and wish you ‘Good journey’ my friend.
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