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Whispers race

Like waters to their fall cascading

Voices mouthing words

Like silence

The shadow that brushes

The tinted life held fast

In wooden frame.

The ghostly touch that frees –

Gives birth to lucid thought

The briefest breath –

Kiss of heaven to life.

Unfurled paradise

Two souls play

In shrouded serenity.

 

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