Walk

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Gray clouds curtains a town,

Spreading darkness around me.

My teeth chatters as I walk this tight street.

To get thoughts out my mind,

As I slow my breathing along my stride.


I let the tips of my fingers touch the flowers beside me,

Swaying from the wind blowing strongly.

A sudden warmth touches my arm as the clouds start to part.

Now I freeze as I see you stand across me,

The light shining on you, brightly.


A sullen ghost,

As I remember my last memory of you.

And if I could turn back time,

Gray will finally turn blue.

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