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Jan 2017
Daylight creeps across the leaves
and branches bent by autumn wind;
a pale echo of a world bereft.
Wake! while your spirit sings
still of beauties down distant paths
dressed in twilight, full of stars.
Like memories present
amidst dreams that ne'er fade,
like mist on rainy morns, but creep
like ghosts, like ghosts.
Written by
rattletaptap  Where dragons roar
(Where dragons roar)   
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