Your spirit blew across the breeze
Like the song of the lark
You were born to please
You were open to all this world and it’s cracks
Took it all, made it better
And gave it back
You came from a dream where the sun always shone
Touch our hearts
... and was gone
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Author:
Andrew Charles Forrest (
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there are a few very very special people we encounter during the course of a life time, if we are lucky. you seem to have captured the very essence of such here... bravo sir....
Thanks Neville
pleasures all mine squire...
This could have been written for my art mentor - a lovely man who gave advice and help so freely and was such a good friend a bravo write if ever there was one.
Thank you Michael
I am pleased it gae you a happy memory
A fine write Andrew.
Thanks Orchi
Andrew this verse stirs all the right buttons on what is takes to be missed and loved for the spirit shown - - a wonderful read and the number too is very inspiring. Into my faves with this little gem.
Thank you Fay
You hojour me
Those special people that we meet in our lives always touch our souls.
I do believe in angels
Thanks G for the read
So do I.
if you see a feather before you an angel has been there.
So soon............
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