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Sister

Fitzsimmons, William
I'm overwhelmed
She stopped in for a spell
I found her true
Like she had always knew

She visits me
On Sunday afternoon
A firmament
I welcome to this room

Sister dressed in mourning hue
Fall to me sent of better rooms
Leave me in water colored plumes
And melodies
Traces of the girl that I once knew

In evening now
She shadowed in the grey
Her covenant
To slowly slip away