Can I look across the bright fields
where you lay,
and recall your gentle spirit,
without dismay.
Scooped up by the angels,
not so long ago,
you blended into the setting sun,
and fused with indigo.
Light still dances
with fallen leaves,
in memory of you,
beneath the shadow of evergreens,
I hear a faint mew…
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