19 November 2012
You ask Me to sit beside,
Hold Your hand.
I take Your hand in mine, Its cold, fragile dry.
- Dont leave Me!
I wont I promise .
Will You stay?
Yes I Will.
All the time?
Yes all the time.
All the way?
Almost, when You see the light, then Your on Your own , I cant Come With You .
You think Its beutiful ?
Yes I do.
Your hand in mine
Your eyes Looking in to mine.
Last breath, I followed You as far as I could.
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