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This poem is about my lovely late Brother who I miss every single day.

I thought I heard his voice today
Whistling through the trees
And was that his sweet gentle voice
That was on the Summer breeze
The warm winds that surround me
Could that be his embrace
If I look long enough
Will I see his lovely face
My tears are in the rain that falls
My dreams are on the wing
When I hear the lovely blackbird call
I can almost hear him sing

For Michael.