Written in early morning on the day my beautiful wife died peacefully, in my arms.
A star has faded in the light as morning brought an end to night. Now nothing there to mark its place where it lived its life in perfect grace. And when the day turns back to night without a star to shine its light, How will the earth learn to replace the star it held in warm embrace? written 01.11.2017
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