<div align="center"></div><div align="center">.LyC::PM::Jon</div><div align="center">Out she reaches touching this darkened soil of an aged earth.
Soft hair and tender eyes she walks this path to its very end.
Colours reaching from a gentle wind giving life's beauty a natural worth.
Slowly bowing, rising, turning, from this smile it sent my friend.</div>
</div><div align="center">.LyC :: PM :: Jon</div><div align="center">Out she reaches touching this darkened soil of an aged earth.