Gone

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  • Loss

    Gone

    Aching hearts and broken souls gather here in solid misery

    This place so quiet and still as stone, filled with grief of what once was

    Never again can you hold him or feel his gental touch

    Never again will you witness the grace within his walk

    For now he’s gone, dead to the world

    Wasting away in an unknown eternity, never to walk this land again

    So i’ll take this rose and plunge its thorn into an unwritten scar

    And i’ll sign my name on the plaque of sorrowful souls that have come before me

    As a sign of the ones yet to come I will blow you the bloody kisses of my undieing love.

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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