Every sunset leaves me lost
Lost in thoughts
Of how the worst came too soon!
Your wide natural grin,
Is dearly missed
Your gentle word,
Is the wisdom we shall live to miss!
I feared this for so long
It didn't fear though
To come so quick!
Your demise dear,
Is the worst I feared
It hastily came!
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