Ghost
Though i walk down pebbled roads not knowing what to expect.
But surprises i've learned to accept.
Memories that will always be kept. i walk under the oaks as they cling to one another. i think about my family and my father and mother. when they were together but were torn apart, like clouds in gloomy weather. i felt light as a feather whether alone or accompanied. i feel someone in my presence. no one's there, it doesnt make sense. i know who it is....an ongoing lurking presence.
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