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  • Writer's pictureTony Frobisher

Spirits of the Passed

Spirits of the Passed

We exist in the wind notes

We spin in the river eddies

We live in the night silence

We burst with morning dew

We wait patiently above the cloud

We watch through gilded sunrays

We emerge as dawn lit shadows

We join the gentle breeze

We pervade thoughts and dreams

We conjure happy memories

We entice smiles from sadness

We soothe aching hearts

We sprinkle hope like spring blossoms

We spread like summer warmth

We sparkle like autumn frosts

We settle like winter snows

We are your heartbeats

We are your breath

We are your peace

We are your spirits


Though our loved ones may have passed, their spirits exist in and around us.

In memory of my daughters Jewel and Milla. xxxxxx .

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