I remember Earth.
To step outside on a summer evening,
listening to the voice of the one you loved,
was almost more than we could bear.
But we could not make it last.
We asked too much of her,
and everything she asked
of us we waved away.
One last regret? That as she
passes, our memories will all go with her.
Frank Beck
April 22, 2015
To step outside on a summer evening,
listening to the voice of the one you loved,
was almost more than we could bear.
But we could not make it last.
We asked too much of her,
and everything she asked
of us we waved away.
One last regret? That as she
passes, our memories will all go with her.
Frank Beck
April 22, 2015
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