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The wind is waiting...
The wind circles
Waiting in the branches
To sweep the stones
Clear of leaves
When I depart.
For now though,
It shows respect
As do I.
Respect for a life
A time and love
And the heartprint
You left behind.
In the sunlight-
A tear, falling.
A gift of thanks
For being.
Rest in peace.
poem
by
Martin O'Neill
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