Understood

Warm, wet

tasting salty

shining trail

The tear fell.

Eyes closed

fingers laced

head bowed

A silent prayer.

Wishing well

anxious fear

memories stored

he let go.

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About graypoet

Just one that at times puts the words to the page and lets them fall as they might.
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