Underneath the braided sky You were there to hold me When I cried. These sketches of heaven Light our eyes with grace. That night, where water carried reflections Of October skies. Although my words failed, You knew what I was trying to say. And though my hands weak by sorrow, Still would never let go of this memory. Where the trees bowed from the wind, You whispered "I promise, I promise you". You held my hands tight. Comfort remains.
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