Subject: After The Sunset (written day after family member's death) |
Author:
Ted Yahraus
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Date Posted: 09:16:02 05/02/02 Thu
Author Host/IP: host68.indylighting.com/65.192.173.68
Sounds of busyness fill the air,
Hustle, bustle, each one, everyone...
People rushing their own way, everywhere.
Laughing, crying, selling, buying...
Can't they tell? Don't they know,
A piece of this world is gone -- is there no crying?
A space left, a missing soul,
A smile, a worry, a hope, a touch...
I now no longer can provide at all.
My rest starts now, this first night of forever,
Winds swirl, leaves twirl, trying...
Sending my words on the wind, understanding? Never...
My memory smothered by shrouds of laughing, crying,
Selling, buying...
Who was I?
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