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Jan 2017
I've walked many trails
through forests full of colors.
Leaves crunching, hues changing,
and with it, my emotions were ranging.

I've felt many breezes
that stirred branches and leaves.
My hair lifting, my feet trailing,
yet the wind kept on wailing.

I've seen many animals
living their lives in these woods.
So unassuming, never knowing,
my ache inside kept growing.

But I've never traveled trails like these,
so dark and can bring me to my knees.
But you traveled a trail like this,
it's dark yet there's a light you can't miss.

I still have a long trail to walk,
to even stray from time to time.
But your trail has faded away
and you'll never be here today.
My Oma passed away on January 14, 2017 may she rest in peace.
Tatiana
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Tatiana  27/F/in a lighthouse
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