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Drifting
In the Contemplation
Of things unsaid
Of Whispers unheard
Lifting
In the Combination
Of Gentle Zephyrs
And Melodious Words
Sifting
Through the Memories
Of things once Spoken
Once shared, now gone
Shifting
Light through barren boughs
As Words now spoken
Sweetly Sing
And Rouse
The Drifting Memory
Of things once done
Now long apast
In the setting sun.
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~Morgan~
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