Faces invisible in the crowd
Spirits connected by a shroud
Rainbows dancing in the clouds
The man and the woman stand apart
The end is the beginning of the start
Spoken together til death do us part
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These are my expressions of the memories that I keep. These things happened long ago but still make me weep. Some poems cut deep, but Life's not always a bleep.
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