Where are you, my childhood friend?
Lost and alone, or safe and warm?
Out of harm's way? Oh, may it be so!
You are gone from sight, and yet
each night I pray that you
sleep peacefully
beneath moon and stars
wherever you are.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
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Sometimes I wonder that too, and wish for that too. Beautiful words-they seem to sing of days long gone.
ReplyDeleteIndeed. Thank you very much for writing, and may God bless you.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much, Peter, and welcome! I hope that you'll keep coming back to this little place for a respite. I enjoy your blog very much: keep up the good sleuthing!
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