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As I awoke to a calm and bright morning,
I never imagined that I would drown in painful mourning. I felt as if my body had lost its soul because you were no longer with me to protect and hold. Like a bird, you taught me how to fly And with your love, how to dream high. Your actions and words were an inspiration to me And through your footsteps I wish to follow thee. At first I thought that we would never again see each other But a bird told me that we would be forever linked to one another. Your spirit made me realize that you were now in a better place, And now I will live counting the days when we again will embrace. As a great poet once wrote: '' Death is a short sleep. '' And like the bird, I know that you are now free. I will live each day as if it were my last So I can accomplish my dreams and my fears can pass.
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