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A poem I write after a close friend died. |
| Those we love don’t go away But stand beside us, Come what may. Like guardian angels They shield us away from the bad And comfort us from afar Whenever we’re sad. And though we may not see them again, We can feel their wings as they keep the rain From falling so heavily into our eyes From the always overcast grey skies. So you see now; Death can never part The bond shared by two kindred hearts. |