by scrapping ...
My little treasure is gone today, quite unexpectedly :-(
was silent suffering to him, stepped to his side, looked at him quietly and seriously, then looked into the distance .
quietly took his hand, is paced with him,
never let go of him again, he has suffered much.
went quietly hike over hill and dale,
and I would it would grow as quiet, his soul wings.
poem by here
nature driet by Kimla wing design by Barbucha
animals - petit ours-taofleur
Miss You By Mary Pop 
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