Smiling Poem by Mike Tonkin

Smiling



You are dead..
Dead..
So I will think of
Green fields and blue skies,
Of birds circling high in the heavens, ,
The sun burning my back,
And your face
Smiling at me,
I know where to find
You now
I need never be
Alone again.

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Mike Tonkin

Mike Tonkin

Truro, England
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