Category : Poems

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Typical that your pathways lead through the mirror and to a stream.. wet your eyes are glistening.. Can you hear them listening? The trees look on without remorse.. For you the river has set its course.. Is it getting hard to breathe? All the fragments still unseen.. I can hear you in my head.. can't make out what you said.. Now.. It's coming back to me.. Even though I am too afraid to see