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The White Ribbon In The Wind

Another flick, a spark, once more awakened the past,
Illustrating memories, are alive and always last.

I recall your visage with, its veins, its charm, and grace.
Some invisible griefs, Behind of that bony face.

Your tender artistic look, at a silly Rubik's parts,
Made your endless affection, dwell in our empty hearts.

You were our J. Keating of Weir's ingenious mind,
And that 'Remembrance Fest', that you held: one of a kind,

To our liveliest friend, we had toasted, and cheered,
But I saw a bloody band on your thin wrist appeared.

You smoked and you spoke, with your own personal tone:
'A dead soul would never need, all of these; to be well known,

Look the living hey kiddo!
and cherish their real worth.'
I stared at the white band: Accessible, open source.

I thought it should be a band, you could have tied it with care,
Upon a pretty girl's...glowing and blonde hair.

Not as a merciless rope, tight around the skinny neck,
But just like the sign of love, danced by the wind in a lake.

Hey, my friend! don't frown, let me exactly define,
Not a regret for the dead, but as an amity sign.

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