Fantasy Lands
Clouds of grey, angry graves,
wave’s crash capturing the souls as they escape.
"Still round the corner there may wait a new road or a secret gate."
Leaving behind the hurt and pain,
that was inflicted on your brain.
Freeing yourself from a tangled web of dishonesty.
Forgetting all the hurtful things that were said and done.
Leaving everything behind for souls to feed on.
With help from above our foot prints become one.
As we venture to unknown lands.
I do it holding your hand.
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