this was dedicated to a friend who just passed away. we miss you. R.I.P
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End.
The wind, too heavy for the willow tree,
Whispers and caresses him gently,
The man does not move but softly he stirs,
His eyes tear, his vision blurs,
And for but a moment does nature stop,
To hear the man on the mountain top
The sound is low and muted to start,
Two hearts made one, now torn apart,
The cry crescendos to one of dread,
This was the place where his lies dead,
The grand tree hunched over as it rained,
Until he stood up and nothing remained
His heartbreaking words,
They are but an echo,
“I miss you.”
