Daily Archives: August 20, 2018

Grief

Standard

Monday 20th August

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You can’t see it

But I feel it

You can’t hear it

But I taste it

You don’t know

But I smell it

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My grief

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But look up at night

You’ll see his light

My Angel

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Reach out your hand

Touching, you’ll understand

My Angel

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Listen to the waves

Sounds on your heart engraves

My Angel

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Taste the sweet nectar

He’s there, your protector

My Angel

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Smell the morning dew

He’s always smiling through

My Angel

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Missing you poppet

Darling Angel son

xxxxxx

A calm and muggy harbour

Breezy on Porthmeor Beach