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(jann c castor 2nd of
January 1998)
Beatitude I am here.
I was here
I cried with you
You were eight years old
My world was there too. When you first felt hurt
crying and screaming I was there.
When there was beatitude
I was right beside you. When you grew and prospered
When you fell
and the silence was music and the music was all and it was you and me soaring the skies as if two comets joining the path and we became one Now you remember.
copyright Jann C. Castor ©
1998
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