Anonymous said: How old are you?
And death never killed a person; somewhere out there his story is still written amongst the heavens; the stars; the trees.
And someday the wind will remind you of the soft touch of his rough hands again.
And someday the rustle of the leaves will remind you of his deep throaty laugh again.
And someday the blink of the stars will remind you of his soulful eyes again.
For death never killed anybody.