I decided to create this random book after having a draw and painting moment with my grand baby.
We had created something awesome together and that moment started the definition of creation.
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Hold on to...
During October, spirits roam free, Passing by loved ones, silently. With gentle hands, they brush the air, A whispered touch to show they care.
They linger near as the days grow cold, Watching, waiting, stories untold. Their presence felt, though out of sight, A fleeting glow in the autumn light.
As October 31st draws near, The spirits know their time is here. Slowly creeping, they make their round, In every breeze, they're softly found.
But once the night of All Hallows ends, They fade again, as old-time friends. No longer seen, just wind and leaves, A memory the heart believes.
They leave behind a quiet sign, A touch, a feeling, pure, divine. To remind us, though they may go, Their love remains in whispers low.
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