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STILL

He is no longer mine

He has left me a great mountain of memories

His feather soft kiss still plays on my cheek

My heart still bursts and sparks with the flame of the love we shared.

With the dreams we dreamt

The wind still sighs.

I still melt with the memory of the warmth of his skin in my quiet moments.

I still see his smile in moonbeams high

Hear his laughter in the fire of the sparkling stars.

Stilled are the echo`s of the fire in his soul

His shine

The sweet memory of his soft perfect skin.

He still dances in the rhythm of blossoms in sway

Still his aura caresses sweetly the leaves on the swaying branch.

He is no longer mine

His soul holds me gently

His song dries my aching tears.

Still I feel him close

Always

Always part of me

For we are bound as one.

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Surabhi Saxena

Heyy dear..I can relate to it veryy well..Soo close to my heart..!! One of my kind..I too have written many of memories like this..:) Loved it..!!
Regards
Surabhi

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Georgina Richardson

Thank you Surabhi for your kind comment, I wrote this one for my son Andrew who we lost to cancer. Much love G xx

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Beautiful lines as quoted below

I still see his smile in moonbeams high

Hear his laughter in the fire of the sparkling stars.

Stilled are the echo`s of the fire in his soul

Regards

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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