karen

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we stood around
the shore with
a box of ashes
a candle
a bowl of mums and pansies

the candlelight
danced
with moonlight
blurring together
yet in such contrast
between
warm and cold
life and death

we whispered
past stories
from our minds
and smiled
and cried

at what a woman
she was.

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