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Communication, creative, Depression, dreams, hope, nostalgia, poems, poetry, verse, writing
They walk with you
In friendship’s shade
Through pastures green
And cloistered streets,
Beneath its veil,
Its velvet cloak,
Ice fingers coil
Around your soul,
They sense each thought
Each virgin breath
And hold each pulse
Within their palm,
With empty eyes
They watch your days
Hold memories
In candle’s flame,
These ghosts you’ve known
For all your life.
Wonderful!
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