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She Is Dead...
perhaps she had
enough
there were men in
her life, ah, that is expected
one must be open
to something that is neither right or wrong
there was even a priest
it is sad
when they begin to pretend
that they do not know each other
in Boracay someone judges her
but i prefer the idea that there is that realm of
something that is above right or wrong
that feeling of extreme joy
when everything becomes, no matter what,
becomes a part of the many things
forgiven,
they say she won't reach valentine's day
she had her own time of the
hearts, she lived a life without regret
she had her suns and moons and stars,
she bathed in the same river where we once had all these
today she is dead
and the goodness, all the goodness in her must triumph
who are we? we are the mourners
and please do not, do not ever say those bad words
please, do not even whisper,
we know.
may her soul finally find the peace, and love
that eternal affection that only God can give.
poem
by
Ric S. Bastasa
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