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Sep 2014
Small town, it sleeps neath darkened skies
Time to reflect as I unwind
The Summer moon cannot disguise
Her memory, so warm and kind.

Of dreams we chased, and silly lies
We had it all and then resigned
Her cheery laugh and smiling eyes
Lay buried deep within my mind.

The gentle wind begins to rise
To travel on, this life's designed
But memory, it slowly dies
My mirthful friend I left behind.
This poem refers to my best friend and fellow musician in Florida who I separated from when I moved back to New England some years ago.
Night Flyer
Written by
Night Flyer  Sharon, MA
(Sharon, MA)   
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