FlyingA Poem by November GoldA poem written when my grandfather passed awayI think of how you must be flying
being reborn, not dying. Strong and vibrant once more, no longer weak, nor tired and sore. You've made peace with this place, with dignity and so much grace. God heard your pleas as you dropped to your knees, and he felt your pain as you begged, "Oh Lord please!" All is well now and the pain will subside, our hearts will heal and our eyes will dry. Forever a part of each of us You will never be gone In our hearts and our minds You will always live on. Flying; Being reborn Not Dying. © 2011 November GoldFeatured Review
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Added on June 9, 2011Last Updated on June 9, 2011 AuthorNovember GoldGreen Bay, WIAboutI hate answering this question. It requires me to tell you who I am...the problem is that I am still learning about who I am everyday, and sometimes what I might tell you today, could change by this t.. more..Writing
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