Michael,
Yesterday, on your hill,
I couldnt believe I was the only one there to visit you, again.
Again you are alone so I sat and softly read to you,
I sang some of your songs, and just prayed for you.
It was a sweet afternoon. The sun shining on your windows,
The breeze moving the leaves of the tree
above you.
It's good to be near you, it was so hard to leave,
see you next week
xo - tink

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