Cloaked in secrecy,
Towering majestic sentinels.
Countless souls.
Night sounds, only one.
Spirits whisper in the blackness,
Voices hush,
Alone.
Surround in life, cannot see,
But always there.
Serendipity.
Glowing life filters
Through
The fingers of ghosts.
Its luminous trail of greenish hue
Dancing in this ebony world,
Lights across the path of loss.
Sparkling hither,
Voicelessly, floating
Apparition, delicate life of a thousand years.
The spirits have heard.
Winged spirit flutters into the heavens.
Away, away.
Life.

Michel

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