I can smell the lilacs
lying here with Louie,
forever as friends.

Funny, he understands
my screaming tears,
though they are silent.

Why do the birds,
trying to cheer,
fail to comprehend?

Graciously given wings
is why they fly.
When do Louie and i get a pair?

(Louie is my Maltese and always by my side. Thanks Louie.)

Photography Poetry

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