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Jul 2016
The soft glow of candlelight dismisses the passing time,
As the sounds of the world fills the void of space.

In a whisper the wind speaks and says this is the place;
Where we were meant to lie and our hearts beat as one.
An old poem filled with lost sentiments
Eliza Fairchild
Written by
Eliza Fairchild  Ithaca
(Ithaca)   
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