January 28, 2011
By KayteeBug SILVER, Dryridge, Kentucky
KayteeBug SILVER, Dryridge, Kentucky
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You are here.

Tangible or not,

you are here.

I feel you in the rain

pouring down upon my face.

Hugging me the way you used to.

Through the brisk downfall,

you are here

I hear you in the wind

blowing softly through my hair.

Whistling a tune only you would know.

With the passion of a sailboats’ breeze,

you are here.

I see you at daybreak

when the sunset paints the clouds.

Shining like a symphony of colors.

Through the sky of each past day,

you are here.

Tangible or not,

you are here

The author's comments:
This is for my Grandfather.

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