Remnant   She roams the dark halls, seen yet unseen, wandering memory of yesterday, lost in death.   She weeps tales of pain, heard yet unheard, whispering shadow of yesterday, calling in death.   She dwells in herself, here yet not here, a woeful vestige of yesterday, walking in death.   My Love For You Is...   The moon kissing the sea, waves caressing the shore, countless shells embraced by warm sands – endless.   On Mom’s Porch   Within archaic oaks a coyote cries out, cicadas chitter, songbirds sing – calm depths – sweet smoke slides from my smiling lips, sitting still in the shade, caressing breeze – so small.

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