Let me like a shadow to the bed of soft grass alight
before I spread as wet beams into folds of the night
where in caves of dark, lone moments of loss torment you
fear and an unknown inner void keep you in constant fright;
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Reflections of nature as a great healer and a precursor to all hearty relationships and bonds of love. Thanks. - unseen hands of wind will wipe the tear drops from each sad face - we will watch shades of agony vanishing from the dales of inner eyes