heart like an
echoes in vast monasteries
dulcimer tones that I will never let fade away
shifting watercolors of time
face blurring in the waves as the tide goes out at night
and yet not
for you are with me
though I can no longer touch you
I can always feel where you were and where I was too.
M. Zane McClellan
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