Echo's of the Great Song
Always there yet far away but out of reach
The echoes of her great song, still heard
It will never end till all that felt her joy also join the choir
And she that passed in the springtime of her being, gave so much, more than
she knew
Giving so much, she left an unfillable void that can only shrink, slowly, slowly in
time
Love lost the hardest way, with no choices, only acceptance
Through all though some comfort can be found
In knowing that all she knew was love and trust, what more could any ask.
And all that came within the sound of her song, gained, and were honoured
To have known her was a gift from above, a treasure
But the closest to her can only ask and never know…why?
Her spirit still sings, her echo’s sound on.
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