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Out Of Sight

  • christine
  • Apr 27, 2021
  • 1 min read

No grave for you

Your ashes blow in the wind

Your graveyard the world

No boundaries bind you

Death an exploration

In which I cannot join you

Longing eyes cannot see you

Nor eager ears hear your words

My fingers cold without your touch

Your warmth lost to me now



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