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in the early morning,
where the sun has not yet begun smiling,
the gray sky opens to yellow
there is a slight hesitation to the somber cello

along the stone-cracked rough path,
behind the mountains obscuring the Sun’s Wrath,
you are looking down on me
or perhaps forever lost to Sea

but you stay forever Young
while i grow with each slip of the tongue
you left to explore the Heavens
i arrived too late to stop you from leaving

in the sky, when the first raindrops falls,
or when Summer arrives with heat’s slow crawl,
i think about your once-smiling face
and hope you are finally Happy now, at a different Place


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