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Never, ever

Say never…



But, I’ll never see her again, like then.

We filled our nights with spirited stars.

I don’t see that true friend around.

As the season changed and shadows rise.





I remember the splendor of December’s beautiful art.



Or, on a brisk dawn’s walk in new day’s optimism.



Which of us surrender?



To be with her...

At the edge of a sandy path, that encircles the trembling crystal sea.





Lush, laughter, could celebrate

when I called her name, in summer’s serene moons.



Now, my cries echo in heaven…