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Sunday, 15 July 2012

Softly in Cedar

Moving through the forest
to the place we used to be,
my fingertips brush your ashes,
blending them with memories you loved,
sensations that touch gently,
yellow rose petals from our garden,
peppermint tea, 
drops of moonlit rain,
sounds of the ocean and
spirit of the trees
in the leaves of your journal,
my love for you.