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Soft Spirit

A gentle breeze

The soft spirit speaks to me

So soft

To sweet

The gentle words

From a past heartbeat

The past is old

But told me what I know

The words come to me

As fast as one shall think

For the past in now

So come and tell me

The things I must see

To finally see

The soft spirit standing

Next to me...

-Reishua Vargas

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