...tell her the sun is there for her.
Each, golden day of Summer, falls
gently now. In human touches, and
there is solace in companionship.
In her eyes, you'll discern kinship;
the hot breath of a life, given meaning,
beyond any pain involved.
The air, or the lack of wind...
...If you've met her,
tell her I love her...
and, embrace, the memories of stolen
music, by Coldplay. Photo collage & Prose/poem, by Will