Her Lover's Coffin

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Still, its crime is a reason to be lonely or sad. Now alone are the Raleigh streets with its falling shadow. Now when we take away the bad chemical foam its blue sky will answer the why, with love saying goodbye. So we cry a million tears forever a day. Life matters in time, with a reason for living from his devotion to giving. He was a respected pathologist. She was a respected biochemist. He was a respected research scientist. But somewhere in the midst of a necrotic twist, something was ailing Dr. Leonardo and he ends up in critical care at Lake Hospital. The inflammation was becoming impossible. Still, he was a friend to the end, a man with a pathological and pediatric trend. Still, with him life begins with each sea, still free, and never ending in a forever ocean space, a better life, a better way, a better place. He gave his mind, and forever kind, still, to the children for all time. What killed him was like an apple falling from a tree, its tragedy, but still the laughter is free, for the children and you and me. Still, the sad letters and the happy clowns, there down, a coffin buried in a soil ground, with his silence without a sound.