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UNKNOWN.

UNKNOWN.

If you search for me
One day to find me gone
You found me long ago
For I am where
I've always been
Standing beside you
Clearing a path
For your journey
Of which I've passed through
For I am a shadow
In the darkness of light
And here is where I'm captured
Beyond the unknown
Of which there is no fear
For the Sun's warmth
That I no longer feel
I guess it is 
That I am
When I see its light 
Reflected upon you.
 

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Gwendoline

I love this Christopber, stunning imagery that just speaks to anyone who understands grief and that all empowering universal light, that yields love and life, even in death. 
Great writing 
Gwen x

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Christopher Stuart

I WENT THROUGH MY POEM UNKNOWN. I LEFT A LINE OUT. SHOULD HAVE DOUBLE CHECKED. THANKS FOR YOUR KIND COMMENTS, GWEN.

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Liliana of the ...

Death. 
An old friend of mine so sweet, honest and kind. 
I hope to see him when they call my number and share a box of bourbon. 

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Christopher Stuart

I LEFT A LINE OUT OF MY POEM ,UNKNOWN. SHOULD HAVE DOUBLE CHECKED IT, SORRY.

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