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I hope to see him again someday
Like I saw him times before
Resting under a red sun's rays
When Michael knew nothing of war
I pray I will always remember
The love I lost too soon
Forever, as if he never left
And still basked in the glow of the moon
So before this season has faded
Before dark waters reach the shore
I'll search for the rays and beams
As brilliant as the ones he wore
And i'll rest in the sunset like we used to
But Michael won't be there anymore
Poetry by Leila
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Written on 2014-03-09 at 06:36
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