"Touching friends has made me so much
richer and the worth of such an experience
is my bank." — Gungalo
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Melancholy musing, as I drew near dear Gungalo's spot,
while others have just passed her ranking without an after thought.
Drawing near the poet here who took a newbie 'neath her wing
She seemed to say, Don't dismay, let your poetic voices sing!
Write of life, true love, and strife – sunsets that set the skies ablaze.
Of passions burning, longing – yearning for kinder, gentler days.
Above all else, be yourself, in whatever it is you do.
Never cry because it's I who's in a better place than you...
I'm nestling with the angels, sleep on billowing clouds of white,
brightness surrounds me everyday, I'm astounded by the sight.
My days are filled with sunshine, calm cool nights are free from pain;
songs that Heaven's angels sing have not one single sad refrain.
So like the one whose writes inspired me to go on trying,
who never let on, dusk 'til dawn, inside her, life was dying.
To Pam, with every poem I pen, each and every line conceived,
I dedicate each, and pray I reach the greatness she achieved.
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