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A
poem for a lost friend
Lee loved the simple, beautiful things in life. Although he is no
longer here on earth to share them with us, these simple things
will always remind me of Lee.
calling
home
send me whispers
save me tiny pieces of gold scratched from your skin
cups of thorns
drops of rain
and leaves from dreams
from this I'll
make a man
from this I'll remember the way you look when you cry
send me shadows
stored in little crystal jars
keep old roses from older gardens
noises of children
breaths of cold air
and feathers from found wings
from this I'll
make a night train
from this I'll remember what it feels like going home
~ michael
eck
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