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i looked unto
a seplechur sky
deepest dungeon of blue
wreaths of wraiths
beseached the hills
before the day was new

whisps of vapor
reaching up and out
ten thousand ghosts forlorn
all looking for the morning sun
wishing to be reborn

sad and lost
they wailed there
at the closing of the night
plain the pain and deep despair
magical the sight

i felt a tear
roll down my face
they were so pale and wan
i watched the sun rise
o'r the hills
looked back and

they were gone


soulsurvivor
(C) 8/13/2015