Passing Ghosts
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Silhouettes of ghosts passing through hallways of my
mind, touching on times we've had together in the
past.
No longer able to traverse our beautiful paths
alongside one another, now traveling separate ways
until we meet again in heaven, some day in our
futures.
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