solitary footsteps etched in sand
wandering once, your trail now ends
Heaven reaches out its hand
it never should have happened
certainly, not like this
your heart fills with its blessings
your mind with those you'll miss
it all ends with a quickness
no one could've foreseen
and life for those still living
will never be the same
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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