In the mist

March 6, 2012
The willow weeps
Under the spirit of the trees
Hear the rustle of the leaves
It's time for me to let you go
It's time for me to let you be
I reach out
For one last moment
But it's too late
Your already gone
A figure in the mist
A figure almost gone
A shadow I'll forever miss

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