Imprinted, deep within the soul
his last words, ending phrases
my prologue,
a permanent impression
as I hold,
like my morning prayer
Anytime I come across
those few syllables
spotted in the corner of some page
a perfect reflection,
I’m taken to those days
Seems I’m sailing with time,
but I’m with you
what you then referred, meant
chuckles laughter,
his last page is gold
Beauty , they bring me pure bliss
Tears falling off eyes,
something so heavy settling down
lightening up
you’re imprinted
deep within my soul…

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