Monday, August 31, 2015

Gone

She was here,
then gone.
Her mama's empty arms,
now, barren sky.
I wonder if she is-
on the mountaintop,
on dusty crystals,
in purple flames,
in summer rain,
in spring blossoms.
Eyes were bright;
smile was courage.

She is right here
and everywhere. 

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