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  • Writer's pictureLaNell - Writer

The Gate

Like silhouettes emerging from the mist,

we communicate softly,

in the windchimes,

in the spray of the sea,

and in the silence between heartbeats.

Though you have separated from this world,

I still hear your words

at the gate of grief and love.

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