words of comfort, hijacked by pain, leaves so much unsaid. Inadequacies of thought is made complete by a flowing heart.
It is said that death is the perfection of life, as the longing is what makes love sweet. He lives on in so many touched by the courage, humor and faith...and the colors dabbled on white parchment.
In living life braving the storms, alas he is the rainbow that paints the sky, in the realm of the sun and stars, reminding us that, a beautiful life never dies...
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