Saturday, 3 August 2013

The Purpose

Sitting on a wooden chair,
Into the abyss I stare.
A token, a task and a tear,
Was all that she left here.

For when I fumbled, when I crumbled,
She was there, keeping me humbled.
I wish her sight in dark, peace in strife,
Hope she finds a purpose in life.

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