Pete's poems from the night.

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Painting a memory.

The shadow of times great hand
Follows the contours of your face
Like the last note from a piano
Your spirit faded without trace.

Where now do I look to see beauty?
For all of natures resplendent wonder
There is nothing to exist in this world
To shade the memory of your splendour.

I run with the colours of a painting
Tear soaked from eyes viewing death
A portrait to bestill a spirit of life
Exhaled in one last final breath.