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A Place For

The morning suns'....rays,

Catch my face. 

Though it’s light,

And warmth.....

Touch me not. 

For, I’m as cold ,...... as the clay.

Forever skywards,

I face. 

While my marble pillow ,

Changes to white ......from grey. 

Vivid ....coloured flowers,

Gently sway.

No scent, no sound, no taste, And .......no touch. 

No longer ....the hunger ....that, consumed so much. 

While your tears.....help cleanse , my soul.

We lived as we died, freemen ... and proud. 

Hard men .....who led, hard lives. 

Fatherless children......

Husband-less wives.

The blade I pass to you. 

Keep it sharp...... and sure, 

Let your aim....... be true.

And when it’s over. 

Be sure ....

To know,

I’ve kept a place.....

For 

You.

Giajl © Jim Love