Rainswept tears
letting go of years
gone are many fears
you held my hand when I was young
your life was a joy brightly sung
when you first were gone
I felt the end of dawn
but each passing day
in a strange new way
I feel you near
the hand that now holds is an invisible one
but I feel its warmth like the noonday sun.
-A poem written by Dracul Van Helsing
Wednesday, August 18th, 2010
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