Where he lays...

He lies
Placidly smiling in summer's
flowers
Who droop their heads
To smile back
On occasion, his eyes can
melt the sky
With apology
On occasion, he ripples the
wind with love
He is gracious, becalmed,
beautified
And still
And always, I must leave him
To seek my own
Still
M P 30/4/21
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