To the Editor:
I am a reader of the Pine Journal and this is a poem I have written titled, "This is Not Goodbye." I would love to see this in the paper because I am a foreign exchange student and I would like to leave a part of me in Cloquet because I lived here during my stay in the United States.
This is Not Goodbye
The stars spell your name on a cold winter night
The sun shines your smile on my face
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The birds sing your laughter with joy and delight
The wind is your healing embrace
A leaf from the beech is the touch of your hand
The ocean is deep as your eyes
Your scent is a meadow of flowery plant
Yes, you are the world in disguise
And still to this day every night I recall
The day that your heart came to rest
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Though you went on the greatest journey of all
Your memory lives in my chest.
Louise Mikkelsen, Cloquet