Hollywood Icon Robert Redford Dead At 89
The screen grows dim, the light withdraws,
A golden face fades into dusk.
The years were tender, yet they passed
Like leaves that burn to russet husk.
He walked in sun with steady grace,
The wide sky mirrored in his eyes;
His voice was quiet, yet it held
The hush of rivers, deep and wise.
The world remembers, soft with ache,
A star who seemed of earth and air,
Who loved the mountain’s wind and snow,
And found his refuge always there.
Though time has closed the final gate,
His spirit lingers, warm and free—
A flame that cannot quite be gone,
But lives in hearts and memory.
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