Goodbye to the Softest of Muzzles and Eyes
Goodbye to Kashmir
Underneath the wreath
Floating softly in my memories
is the softest of muzzles nudging me.
Soft and tender eyes say goodbye to me.
Kashmir, my old soul.
You carried me for years and healed my soul.
You always greeted me with the softest of eyes.
I'll miss you, my love.
For Candace
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