SPIRIT LEFT--
No longer smell I the breath, see the chest rises;
No longer do I see those beautiful hazel/brown eyes;
Never on this side of heaven, shall I hear the voice;
Nor will I feel the soft warm vessel the skin.
I mourn for the flesh her vessel, gone nothing be, SPIRIT
~~~~~~~~LEFT.
4/19/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
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