Warmth of the grave.
Conveys the warmth of his heart.
The love that he showed.
Is undeniably a spark.
I feel the wind speaking through the air.
A brush on your face to know he is there.
A red bird sings the song of someone unseen.
Showing you he is with you through all things.
Don't ever fret no need to cry.
For this has never been goodbye.
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