Flowing—flowing on shadows of the past
I move away
from stormy nights void of silvery stars
and streams of rain.
Matching lonely remembrance
of childhood dreams
a touch of love along the way
a kiss and an embrace will get me through
to the flowing—flowing
as I wither on that faded road
that has me going—I can't stay
regretting-seeing fields of forgotten friendships
that passed into my yesterday
I move on with a smile and parting grace,
craving in my need for silence…
going to my home within the grave.
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