Passing On
cold hands grasping at light
new babies crying
laughing
a gentle breeze dances
soft blue butterflies lift me
all that matters means nothing now
but a whisper of being loved
for time, a one way mirror, has found me
hold me please
hold me
I want to love again
Copyright © Larry Hanson | Year Posted 2008
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