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Maikhael Etto Poem
Its several years now since that great spoil
By the never-desired, heartless caller.
Though you lie deep beneath the loamy soil
My love line does reach out to you under.
I grieved but was not bathed in tears for you
For to me it is unavailing still.
My love is still iridescent for you
For even the kiss of death could not steal.
The memories of your past acts of love
Have been stimulating me not to hide
The wonderful experiences thereof
And the consequence of that love denied.
So lie in peace, it's but temporary
Rest in peace, fair aunt of blessed memory
Copyright © Maikhael Etto | Year Posted 2008
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Maikhael Etto Poem
It is to your strength this poem is addressed
Even you who took with joy the huge pain
To put me to bed, will of the fruits gain.
Watched over the cradle and would not rest
I have no doubt you did your very best.
Did not let go during the hardship's rain
Your care and profound love was not a feign.
You taught me the very thing I love most.
Your charming heart taught me not to neglect
The plethoric resources on my mind
But impart wisdom from it to my kind
And be a symbol of peace like the dove.
So for that labor of love I respect,
I do admire and prostrate for your love.
Copyright © Maikhael Etto | Year Posted 2008
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