expressly for the concerns
of the ones who have learned
to listen with their hearts
and to reach out to one another
to touch and be touched
to gather our emotions
like so many flowers..
brilliant and condensed
like whisps of incense
wafting through the air
gently goes the pain..
we once so tried to refrain
and to know you are not alone
I'll see you through this..
and together we'll reach
the otherside..some call
it paradise..an eternity
in some other reality..
or just the ultimate
release..letting go..
By Rick Weber
February 13, 2012
copywritten
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