I'm walking down a dark
depressing... Quiet road
One from which I shared the presence of those of those who I'd
Risk my life for.
I go farther and farther down the
The dreary street, and I gather memories and thoughts from the past
As I sift threw compassionate thoughts from times before, I reach the end of the path and I pick up a smile I left behind Long , Long Ago.
-N.Y. Windheart
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