Bless mine soul
For its black and ripe.
As you are the only man
To shape it’s roots
To the god’s door.
You are still present
In the past
And in the future
Yet the present is the one
I condemn not to talk to.
May you glide
My kite of dreams
As I tug it
And you yearn.
May you forgive
Your children
And us, your grandchildren
As we are tied
By the life’s rope.
We lay on your angelic soul’s lap
While you hover your palm on our forehead
As you are still with us
Living in our heart.
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