old soul shiver
cold to the bone
stalking among the stones
alone
waiting for their friend
dreaming they might be there
in the end of the path
and they would embrace
at last
a heart to share
a cup to pour
friendship beyond compare
they that walk beyond the mist
between the rows
of fern frond and grey daisy bloom
knowing the end of the road
coming soon
where once again
to say goodbye
until tomorrow
when we meed again
when souls get shifted
here and there
like the cards on their tea tray
-o0o-
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