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lynn reebe Jan 2014
Tender caresses as I cradle her,

hair cascading her back.

Lying on the blanket

warmed by afternoon  sun,

I listen to her pale, faded breathing

Scents ambrosial, are witness to our love.

My kisses , gentle on  her lips

as she slips away

with one final breath.

— The End —