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[tears_of_isha]

There are something that are better lost and found by others,
Somethings that which should be gone forever never to surface again,
Somethings remembered
others forgotten.

Should the light of the moon
cast its fickle face upon the shadows
revealing only the same faces stareing back you.
Faces called, guilt, regret, sorrow, wrath and vengeance.

So famalier are those faces, so welcome their voices
Their counsel... yet...
Some how in the rainpuddles, in the tree's, upon the wind
In the depths of the soul and heart.
There is this knowledge
that there is more.