This poem I wrote to my Sister the night she passe...

This poem I wrote to my Sister the night she passed away...

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i feel you, resting in your new freedom, a lovely new plant in my sunny interior

i concentrate on this exposure, feeling you, tears.. tears ... laughter

then, easy, comfortable freedom knowing you no longer suffer, that you ceased, and the dusty, cracked artist, memory and mystery fell away to reveal the simple brilliance

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