His heart lies
beneath the stone
where freedom –
cannot see.
His memories
churned in earth
where roots of love
should be.
beneath the stone
where freedom –
cannot see.
His memories
churned in earth
where roots of love
should be.
His life
is not forgotten
nor the touch – of his
remembered hands.
is not forgotten
nor the touch – of his
remembered hands.
His respect not lost
for he continues –
to live in me.
for he continues –
to live in me.
Yes. Wow! <3
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