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Twenty years drifted by
Since my beloved and I Coalesced our souls. Nineteen I’ve been lonely Walking our land without her Searching in vain. The opaque mist lay still Over depths of clear water As I look on. I wait there with patience A longing to see her face Searching for me. The water calm deceives For treachery lies within A life taken. Out our door she strolled low Wading by the water’s edge She searched for gifts. A year we were as one Our day of significance A gift for me. I left calling for her Footprints leading to her grave My soul crumbled. Wails of my horror drifted Her body unrecovered Weeping, I ached. Grief convulsed my essence And I wandered without aim Until she appeared. My beloved returned To descry me per annum Her gift to me. So here I sit in wait Watching the mist dissipate This nineteenth year. Gliding above so pure Tonight she reaches for me To take me home.
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