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I love to write whatever I'm feeling. I wrote this when my grandfather passed away. |
| Walking on streets of solid gold Holding on to every word heard A magnificent sight to behold Suffering with unknown language Seeing the faces of the ones who preceded Hearing the cries of the ones who remain One world so beautiful too much to illustrate The other so painful and oh so fragile Wanting to go to the great beyond Wanting to stay with those who care Two worlds colliding into one Unable to separate present and future The faces are so much clearer now The voices so distant and faint All you hear is the air escaping Only seeing light without description This life is here, no more Yet just beginning to enjoy forever. |
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