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Apr 2018
Brick and stone
The river near
I hold your hand
Out on the pier
The sun drifts beneath
The purple sky
On days like this
I wonder why
Why you chose
To hold my hand
And walk this path
To unknown lands
ButΒ Β soon my question
Fades in your eyes
As the sun sinks low
And the moon does rise
Hadrian Veska
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Hadrian Veska
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