Blue Iris
Every time I think I see clouds in the sky
Like memories of the you that I hold so high
I know it takes time like a river running dry
Thought of your death streams from my eye
Cherished, two blue circles with gray shade
So much was loved in the way they were made
A touch such as yours all that I've held on to of us
Until the very day I die, you'll look up to see a blue iris
Watching over the place of rest in which you lie
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