| Sorrow’s lasting grip, never gone If this must be the way I paint a portrait in my mind Angelic glow permeates Soundly sleeping on a cloud Painless drifting above A haunting ache remains Your scent still fresh Or is that a thought Wishful wanting Just one more time One day, one hour Would never be enough For greed takes hold The heart needs more Sleep well, be safe |
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