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About This Poem
A Kiss Upon Your Cheek
time
to
summon
solitude.
rest my tired soul.
breaking down while the seasons change.
weary my heart has been, an armor of strength I need.
the past is not the present and tears will not bring change, time to honor you and myself.
a perfect flower I will lay on your grave as a kiss upon your cheek, knowing you will still be by my side, you're forever watching me.
©Holly P. Moore
February 2013
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