Your Voice
Whenever I think I have forgotten
the way I felt so near to your serene,
quiet and as mellow as a winding
stream, yet hardened heart; I feel you coming
so close to me. I hear your voice in the
sounds of green and yellow forests; bright and
soft it seems a heaven full of laughter.
I still can smile when hearing memory.
That is something not so many people
could have said when thinking back on living.
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