Gateway Greeter
I hear the strings being plucked into music
It surrounds through the mist, smooth and slick
No path to follow or way so clear
A distant figure looms, somehow a mirror
Closer in my arms stands the little one from before
I knew you would be here to meet me at the door
Copyright © Erin S | Year Posted 2013
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