Out on the waters he would sail
Sending me little gifts without fail
Letters would pop up in the mail
Even on days going white with hail
Then all went calm and silent, he was frail
No photos of whales and their tail
No holiday and scenery from the rail
No stories about chalice or Holy Grail
As I stand by his coffin and the last nail
So sad Yamini! SO SAD …beautifully written however.
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Thank you so much 😊
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Anytime Yamini.
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Your Heart has taken my Heart.
This is so Beautiful.
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Thank you 😊
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You are welcome.
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So sad …so beautifully written!
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Thanks 😊
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Beautifully written
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Thank you 😊
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Thanks girl for writing this poem.
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I am glad you liked it 😊
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