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Every year,
On this day,
Appears a cloud,
Shrowded in grey.
Not cirrus, stratus or cumulomnibus,
Not overhead for all to see.
In the minds eye,
In private sea (see?).
Wistful memories,
Gather in prelude,
Ladden heavily,
To fall in tears.
Of grief, of loss,
Deeply felt,
Of longing, regret...
Suicides welt.
Inconsolable? No!
In Platos view,
Indissolable;
The soul survives death.
You're out there somewhere,
Traversing the skies,
I saw you,
In Gods rays.
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u/EireEngineer — 11 days ago