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Dec 2024
Candles softly glow,
wishes whispered to the wind,
church bells toll afar.

The wind rushes in,
flames flicker, dreams dissipate,
silent prayers rise.

Morning’s golden hue,
echoes fill the empty pews,
faith endures the breeze.
Nemusa
Written by
Nemusa  F/Purgatorju
(F/Purgatorju)   
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