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Dedicated to: Jesse
The wind whispered to me,
And it took away my consciousness.
It wrapped me in the gentle embrace of luxury,
Taking me away to a undiscovered land.
The hypnotic stokes through my hair,
And the way it envelopes me in comfort,
Is what causes me to remain there,
Eyes shut, and the whispers in my ears.
I hear the voices of lost loves and every lost friend.
I hear the voices of lost children who still breathe.
I hear them as they continue to to twist and bend,
And find their ways to my heart.
The hypnotic way it holds me,
Is like you were here. . .
God how I miss you, Jesse. . .
But I know that you are near.
I know that it is your arms,
That I feel when the wind blows,
I know it is your voice,
Even if no one else knows.
My best friend, is now the wind's whisper.
I hear your voice, feel your touch,
And your comforting presence. . .
I miss you so much.
Thank you for your gift that you gave to me.,
But tell me why you left this world behind.
There was so much left to do,
And so much left to find.
You tied up all your ends,
Before you were set free,
And the last thing you did,
Was give your gift to me.
It was like you knew,
That you would soon be gone.
My best friend was always you
I miss you Jesse. . .
I know you are here,
In the wind's whisper.
So at least now I have the comfort,
Of you being here forever.
The wind, is my best friend,
And gaurdian angel from above.
Jesse- I want to thank you for everything,
And for your continued comfort and love.
~Amanda Jackson
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