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Greg Parke : Photography & Poetry

Gone Away

He kisses her forehead
Sleeping
He looks at her beauty
She lies there sleeping
Not moving at all
A tear rolls down his face
He’ll never see her again
The casket lid closes
And she’s lowered into the cold hard earth
He drops to his knees
Buries his head into his ground rested arms
Weeping like a baby
Weeping for his baby
She’s gone
She’s gone away
His love
His light
His soul