Shadows clinging to me

glimpses of ancient ghosts

running hands over history

the deep grey of stone

the enduring cold of moss green walls

I look at the dappled floor

but the rock is undisturbed

there is honeysuckle in the air

and purple petals swirl into the void

with the slowly drifting leaves

of our self-inflicted tragedies

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