Gone But Still Here (terza rima sonnet)
Gone But Still Here Her feet no longer trod, the road before me The road she travelled on, was straight and narrow Where she was at, was where I wanted to be When her hands touched anything, it had to grow There was something magical, she touched my soul She stayed strong, even when angry winds did blow To have a good name, she said was her main goal Good and lovely words were all I ever heard Not once did she ever let her heart turn cold Everyone she met would receive a kind word It was years... Sign in to see full entry.