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  • I hear them

    See them in my mind

    Feel their energy

    Gently melting the air

    Tossing moonbeams under the bed

    As I conjure up their past presence.

    I dance and twirl

    Singing songs of long ago.

    Jazz horn blows its

    Mournful wail

    As shadows of memories

    Tippy tap across walls

    Lost in youth

    Hidden in stars

    Roaming endlessly

    Through trails of darkness

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