Candles burning brightly on your quiet grave.
Fresh flowers in a coat of white, made by winters freezing grasp.
Kind voices talking to the wind,sharing stories and fond memories,not knowing if you understand.
A kiss on stone,tears and goodbyes.
We love and miss you my dear Jessi, hoping that you are at peace.
For now we can not follow, but in another life we'll meet again.
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Seasons of the Mind
PoetryThis will be an ongoing collection of random texts about various topics. Some things will be rather depressing to read as i wrote them during bad times, others will be happier. Anyway i hope you enjoy what i write and maybe can find something for yo...
