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Slip sylphlike through my mind.

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I often think I hear your voice
And feel your faint reflection
Though sometimes you’re so far away
A mere echo and inflection.

The music drifting in the breeze
And the sound of waves at night
Echoing in my inner senses
Nearby yet out of sight.




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David Rudder

David Rudder

Top writer in Poetry. I am a diarist and write poetry to reflect my thoughts.