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How soft the blue of heaven
The beauty of the sky
With hope of my tomorrow
As strangers pass me by
I wonder if they know me
Or if I cause them pain
I want to just remember
Each and every name
But time is not my friend now
The pain is all too real
I feel that I am falling
No memories to feel
And yet within this moment
I have a glimpse of hope
For someone touched me softly
I felt that tiny jolt
Please you must remember
All that we have shared
For now I am not with you
But ever present here
Look upon the sky now
See the blue I see
Beauty is God's mystery
A wondrous gift for me.
Francine Pucillo
©Copyright January 7, 2007
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