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Is This Farewell
I hear you in the wind that blows
through fairy-forest trees.
I sense you right around the bend
in musk and mushroom breeze.
I see you in my own son's face
and recognize, you're free.
Halo my heart,
though you depart,
you're always here
with me.
Copyright ©
Raven Howell
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