I am glad
You lived a world of such colour and vibrancy
Your imagination boundless
Your humour, inexhaustible
Your garden, a haven for creative lunatics
Your cooking, fantastic
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Bells of Creation, Poetry by Deborah L. Kelly
As I dream through my midnight
hours, angels sing in my ear;
melodic symphonies play
in the air that surrounds me.
Love encircles me as I hope
for Truth to heal my bleeding,
mortal heart.
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