in the fog bound forest
every memory hides
where silhouettes await
and all regret abides
I would wander there
if god would let me go
a shadow in the shadows
lost from long ago
but memory is cruel
I cannot see the faces
of all those I have loved
or all the long lost places
and god seems careless of
the petty things I wish
and of my whispered prayer
so I am left in mist
and there the silhouettes
will tease my memory
until that final hour
when shadows comfort me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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