Friday, 13 June 2014

I See Her

I see her still
In the flight of a bird
Free and uncaring
Soaring across the sky
Into the blue

I see her still
In the soft rippling brook
Pebbles and stones slowly turn
As water cascades and flows
Always moving

I see her still
In the flowers that grow
Wild and free
Colours shining in the sun
On her grave.

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