softened footsteps linger still
from wanderers long ago
star white lilies line the way
shivering in the wind they glow
an eerie silence fills the air
as shadows come and go
moon light path, a sacred place
peaceful, dark and cold
My inspiration comes from many different avenues as I try to put words to people's feelings
I want to meet him. Death. The one who has taken everything from me to keep. We must be similar if we love all of the same things.
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