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Nov 2016
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When you go I will do this,
grace your brow with a kiss.
Upon your breast I will leave
a white rose, to show I grieve.
Please forgive me when I weep
as I see you in eternal sleep.
And when I see another rose,
I'll remember well the path you chose.
My fingernails will carve the stone
as I work my fingers to the bone
to prepare with love your resting grave,
because you are the friend I could not save.


Β© Pagan Paul (02/11/16)
For a sweet & beautiful friend who carried too many secrets. She found peace at last.
PPx
Pagan Paul
Written by
Pagan Paul  Bristol, England
(Bristol, England)   
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