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Rosie Ortiz 1916-1936
Rosie Ortiz
1916-1936
The stars are my friends.
They know of my many secrets.
They remember my private musings.
The stars cried tears for me.
They placed fragrant roses upon my bosom.
I sought to comfort them in their grief.
I tried to hold them close in my embraces.
Nightly now, I see them in my gazes.
Midnight now, I hear their muted whimperings.
What can I say to them?
What words of sweet solace can I give?
A single blade of sweet grass understands.
A solitary leaf of autumn knowingly descends;
There is no darkness in death;
There is only love,
And light eternal.
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Stark Hunter
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