<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=362119" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Early Works - Epitaph For A Friend</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gathering of blackness <br>cower the lost to the final reunion. <br>The gates enfold of sadness <br>for a lost friend. <br>Hear the mighty trumpets blow <br>its last cord of silence <br>before the clouded darkness <br>surround the black.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through the years that were short <br>compared with the final infinity <br>there were joys <br>beyond the reaches known <br>and sadness to whom know have gone. <br>Home was just a bed <br>where freedom died, <br>though our course wasn’t straight, <br>neither was it crooked, <br>but friends we stayed <br>through thick and thin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now before another sunrise <br>another soul wings its way high <br>to the paradise of heaven <br>where tranquillity rules all <br>and memories are lost. <br>People though just mortal <br>cry for the departed, <br>but do the departed want us to cry. <br>Boundaries are crossed without a tear everyday <br>so why not in our hour of grief.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So into the final road you’ve entered, <br>into the most final thing <br>and here to you <br>an epitaph to a friend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Date unknown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Harris">David Harris</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=362119" data-title="Early Works - Epitaph For A Friend de David Harris" data-description="Gathering of blackness cower the lost to the final reunion. The gates enfold of sadness for a lost friend. Hear the mighty trumpets blow its last cord of silence before the clouded darkness surround the black. Through the years that were s..."></div> </div> </div>

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