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The setting sun

As I gaze
upon the setting sun
and the wind whispers
in the trees,
I feel my mind wander
to my Soldier's shining eyes.
A breath and I dive,
as I trace the lines.
Finding the gate
to his silent mind.
I see a mirror calling my name.
I step through,
finding my peace
in the depth of his soul.






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Publicerad 2024-08-27 16:18



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