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Jul 2016
Tattered veil
And near transparent
Fluttering cloth
A lonely white dress
Inhabited by a frail figure

Perhaps once it cried
Though now all its tears
Have long been spent
Mourning something lost
That cannot be returned

And Ever shall it wander
The great forest wastes
Silent and somber
As it paces over ancient graves
Long covered by vegetation
Hadrian Veska
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Hadrian Veska
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