First Love

January 15, 2009
By Rachel Keller, Queen Creek, AZ

You came then left
like a shadow on the wind.
Disguised by midnight,
it flies away.

To where?
Not here.
Not there.
Not near.
You are gone.
To where?
Forever so dear.



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