Hey dear one, I dreamt of you again
This time we were reminiscing the good times
You were ahead and I was trailing
You spoke of great words and the good life you so deserved
Before a calamity stroke you down and left me forever paralyzed
With wounds that God knows when they'll heal and tears that fell on a cursed ground
and forever dried never to be seen on earth's surface
Your path was shortened by our quest
One that we held so close, strongly into our ribcage like a loved one.
I woke up into my slumber only to find myself on this lonely planet.
Made a visit to your resting place this morning.
The flowers at the graveyard have moved on,
They brightly bloom.
The ground that we laid you has moved on,
It yields a very beautiful orchard around you,
The grass that had withered for so long has moved on,
They're my solace when I speak to you facing up the sky
I don't know how to comprehend moving on
Should I come with a chariot?
Will you ride on it?
Should I arrange a bouquet from Sally's garden?
I miss you!
@Vinceville
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