Silent shadows. They whisper across the |
land flowing through every nook
and bend. They pass us by only to
turn time still for you and I
as we are filled with a sense of
longing for family and friends.
I remember. A time, a place, a memory
from long ago, but suddenly the wind blows.
A far away place, a distant path,
a memory of old that I couldn't recall
comes back, and I lean back falling through
time and further inside myself.
A shallow stream. A winding path and
suddenly I look back, and there you are
speaking to me and it's as if nothing ever
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