" flower in winter
soon to wither
a life in stone
to see it in bloom
whither do we bemoan?
sleep well april showers,
if ever in winter december
the snow's beauty veiled by cold.
do not mind the unmoving white
tip it over, let it fall once more "
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Monday, September 15, 2003
Friday, 120903
slipping; a life gone away
again he lays down a flower,
crying a tinge of grey
the night of another friday.
"god did not save him"
in memory and silent farewell
a life i once knew.
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