Friday in the morning mist
Thinking of the ones I’ve kissed
Those who walked a step ahead
Yet in my life were shining threads
Those I’ve loved and somehow lost
Who found the bridge and walked across
Reminding me that, though life ends
Across the stream I’ll find my friends
Mist and Memory
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