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I talked with trees about you
in the twirling wind.
Their branches murmured back,
the air itself whispered
your name through the ether.
Like a thief in the night,
you move where shadows pool.
Your face flickers on the moon,
water carries your scent,
and owls cry your name
across the darkened fields.
Bewitched by invisible forces,
you left me in this twilight.
I feel you closer than ever,
yet nowhere to be found.
I am haunted by your ghost,
a past that refuses to sleep.
This was written by our contributing writer, Andreea Cristine.
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