Beaufort
Ghostly grey, a deafening blur
Present spirit, absent form
Beauty remains
Offering soothing comfort
A last minute goodbye
A whir of movement
A silent gallop
A never ending memory
Gentle movements, cautious gait
Caring nature truthful steps
Young heart so strong
Forever gone
Forever missed
Always remembered
Ghostly grey, a soothing sight
A much missed sigh
Beauty always adored
Elegant stride, flowing steps
Here for a time
Ends in an instant
Gone for an eternity
by
PurpleApplesposted on 11/17/2009
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