We stroll through different gardens,

coming to this quiet place,

silent amongst the elms,

with the blazing orange of autumn

above and all around.

We have knelt at different graves,

been the thinker between the thoughts,

pondering life now passed,

becoming the wings of light together,

in this park beneath the sun.

September 14, 1995 – April 2, 2023

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