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I Can Still Feel His Presence

I can still feel his presence
I can still imagine his voice calls
I can no further wonder peacefully
For his soul will always hunt our memories
For his being still flies in this house
For his effect is still so deep 
I still look at the place where he slept
I still hope while looking he shall come
I still, I still 
I still remember him passionately 
My eyes still water because of his memory 
I still cant no longer imagine the fact
He is gone, he shall never come back 
For he gave me the most joyful days 
And eased my sorrowful nights
I still hope he shall drop his bowl again 
I still hope he shall bite my hand again 
I still want him to wonder with me…
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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