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How You Were
The white dust blew in
From an another time
Settled oh so thin
On the table tops,
The silent sounds
From years gone by
Echoed around
Like a lover’s cry,
And in the dust
There came a face
As if by ghostly
Fingers traced,
It looked like you
But I`m not sure
I`ve never seen you
How you were.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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