| By Everything dies, but you Submitted by Star of David Date: 2006 Feb 01 Comment on this Work [[2006.02.01.00.11.31798]] |
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They whisper of you The trees, the wind, the sounds of the night The darkness has engraved your name upon itself And embraces me with its chill and emptiness I tremble sometimes in the night When the moon looms large and silent And your arms are but the shadow of a ghost from times gone by (January 23, 2005) |