My white angel

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It’s a long time I don’t come here 

but now that summer is dying 

I feel the need to feel right 

and the need to pray 

 

It’s a long time I don’t breath 

this air so purifying 

that ennobles my sad life 

heedlessly I stay 

 

But walking here 

I feel I miss so deep 

my white angel 

 

Yes today is gone away 

in the morning with no blame 

but I remember… him along these paths in the wood 

 

It’s a long time the rain is far 

but now the fall will bring it 

and these dried and speckled fields 

will be green 

 

It’s a long time I don’t feel free 

like I was in the past years 

but the praiseworthy gear 

will bring them back 

 

But walking here 

I feel I miss so deep 

my white angel 

 

Yes today is gone away 

in the morning with no blame 

but I remember… him along these paths in the wood 

 

 

17th September 2021 (dedicated to my dog Joke, dead today)