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Till death do us part
Surrounded bij golden clouds
Flying threw the rainbow
My skin, invisible
My soul, a warm glow
An old willow
A scored heart in the tree bark
Visible initials
Touched by his fingertips
His lips close to the tree
"I miss you so much"
Invisible fingertips on his cheek
A soft breeze caressing his skin
I want to touch you my love
Lay my head down to your chest
Hear your bleeding loving heart
I was not ready for my final rest