You would not recognize me now.
I am the sunshine on the beach
My walking is a dance, my dancing
Is the reflection of water on a cement wall.
The tears I might have cried
Are stars now on an afternoon-sky.
Do I miss you? Of course
But every great companion in time
Becomes a great memory
And I think of you not crying
But laughing and feeling so warm
Deep down in my joyfilled heart.
(c) F.Schier
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