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| Missing my wife is not enough |
Time is as you, who have hurriedly passed. I am left with our children to recall our love. Happy birthday, sweetheart (Sep 16).
His heart leaps up when he gazed at flying fish
Splashing on top of deep waters. He was alone
In the beach nearby when he got scented of
A perfume that was familiar to him. He heard
Footsteps and a chilly voice. His head whirled
And he saw her upended behind him with her
Favorite attire of the pearly gown she wore in
their first night many years ago on their honeymoon
She smirked: her smile dimpled her face...
So, Paul longed for her and touched her with his
Thirsty lips. They’ve danced with the sea spray
That hugged their feet relaxing on the sands
Beneath a cloudy sky. Paul asked her to stay
With him but she disappeared. She slipped
From Paul's hands and had joined the thin air
Like bubbles, she mixed with those clouds
Leaving Paul with her sweet fragrance...
The sun sank but its gentle warmth lingered on the land
The music stopped and Imelda has gone with the breeze
But her love will be persisting in Paul's heart forever...
(To be continued in part 16)
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