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December 9, 2918
12:23 PM

Days pass
remembering these feelings of magic and sunshine
clear water traveling through quiet streams
white clouds marinating with blue skies
and
love seemed timeless
glistening like silence
when the earth stood
debating
when dawn should arrive
My heart weeps
in lamenting fragments
weaving these visions
of breathing unforgettable 

moments which never return
while the wind waves
good bye

Deborah R Shaw
The Silent Stalker