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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3640 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Columbarium Vienna (Carole Barley) Here, where I lose count of the colours of the ocean I sit facing the wind untill my lips bleed. I become dizzy when I stand, the word 'water' becomes mantra but still you are not here to touch me. I do not know the names of the flowers I picked to grace the slab behind which you reside. I do not remember the words that say as you did 'I miss you'. It does not matter. I cannot roll my 'r's' but I can still dance salsa with duende, drive on the wrong side of the road. You have become the marvellous expanse of the sky; the wave I rode and tumbled into with no care for side currents. I always knew I was out of my depth, but breathlessness is the same in any language. |
