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|| Sunday, March 06, 2005 || || 11:42 pm ||

White Roses - In Memory Of You

The white roses lying alive,
beside his photograph
the purity wrapped in its colour -
staging his life in the minds
of his loved ones
on their faces today tears fall,
each indicating the love they had
no! they still have
but he is gone -

my once childhood friend
we were not so close,
but those times we had together
I still remember
possibly the first pair of a boy's hands,
I first touched when I was only a few months old
I dont know much except for that one day
we spent alone together
we shared dreams, experiences
and a part of yesterday
we even held hands and laughed...

if only I knew,
that what would remain
is those white roses -
the pieces of memories,
the lingering creation of his music,
the dreams he had for his family
I lost a friend,
without even being a friend,
but yet someone I knew since young

his mother recollecting the joy
she had when he was first born;
his father remembering the promises
he had for his first child;
his sister reminiscing the times
they fought and reconciled;
his friends recalling the dreams
he told them about.

as the scent of the white roses
fill the house,
as tears flow to mark his departure
even after a year,
he is nowhere to be seen -
resting in the Lord's arms
discovering the beauty in Heaven
more beautiful than these white roses...

__________-HER-__________