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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2007-04-11 | | Wandering over the restless sky, a feeble moon drifting through a ghostly parade of broken clouds, flowing veils the wind has drawn over the dying day… There he was, long robe blowing in the cool breeze, a big hat hiding his face, a stranger, a thief at my door… drawing it shut, closing the gate – as if he was leaving his house, my home… Yet, I was the stranger, naturally, as I came closer, he turned and looked at me… an empty cloak standing alone, a shadow the wind took away like a memory of unknown days, forgotten lives, tired dreams lost on the road where time stands still, no horses trot and no wheels roar, The shadow of a man who once opened this door, to which death threw away the key… Sybille (Sydney) Krivenko GISC2052924 2007
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