I think of the ones
who went before
and give thanks.
Their words
pulse through me
with life and death.
I sift through them
guarding
the true and pure.
The others
slip away,
drowning
in the roar
of waterfalls,
the crash of waves,
and your gentle whisper.
You went before them
and will remain.
I think of you
and give thanks.
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