The world weeps its tears
Staining purple on the ground
The love that he shared was his life unveiled
Some could never see
Including me, to no avail
A painting of bright colors
His mind was a rhapsody
Of blossoms in full bloom
We were only the seed
We held back and did not dream
At the same pace as his mind
Only too late we will learn
the message he wanted us to find
So sing your hearts melody
To an unfamiliar tune
What you want understood
Unveils itself too soon
Cathy Windham
4/22/16
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