For E.N.
H
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He took it all,
well packed
and planned.
The talents and
exotic skills,
a voice,
that look,
and his own melody
of soft tranquillity,
which always was
(as if it needed time)
a patient herald of a bell
tolled just for you
.
He left a gap,
a gorge that Moses would
not have believed,
but when the angels came
he was prepared
to take their hands
and leave his mother earth
forever now.
A glance, into her eyes,
reflecting promises
of a mysterious unknown.
Wrapped up in memories
and that Manuka Sweetness of
a solemn whisper from
a future yet to come.
Bu şiiri puanla
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