Gone

Jeannie

The caress of a 

gentle breeze tells

you I am near.

When the warmth of

the sun surrounds you, it

is my embrace.

When butterfly flutter

amongst the flowers,

it is I you see.

Rain falling gently upon

you, is me weeping for

loved ones left behind.

In a cardinals song

you shall hear

my voice.

Know that I am

never far away, that I

will always be with you.

  • Author: Jeannie (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 9th, 2023 17:59
  • Category: Sad
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  • L. B. Mek

    this was so wonderfully worded
    thanks for sharing



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