Seclusion
Transfusions of tenderness
gently fading images
gathered solemnly together
a lonely line of pines
winding slowly somewhere
a meandering detour
sentiments of sad abandon.
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POETRY
Going
You leave behind people you love and see death as leaving all the friends you can't remember. kenwsimpson.blogspot.com
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