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It is a piece of a star
In my pocket
To gaze upon
On lonely nights

It is a piece of the sun
In life
To light the way
Down the path

It is laughter
That tickles spine
As I sit
All alone
Deep in thoughts

It is the hand
Brushing cheek
That offers comfort
When needed most

She is a lover
Who dances
In my dreams
Whispering echoes
Of better times to be

She is all that
Plus more
Million echoes
Of times
We have met
Thousands of promises
Made yet
Never kept

Is the light
At end of path
That beckons me
Is the hand
That reaches out
To offer hope
Is the mouth
That caresses skin
In pleasures untold
Is the lover
Who offers dreams
That are never fulfilled
That is what
Death is to me!