Spirit Inside Her

She dances sweetly,

In a midnight dream,

so far away, or so it seems.

But all the while she's drawing near,

a whisper in the dark,

only i can hear.

We've walked together

many lives before.

Bound by fate,

to walk one more.

Her path lies open,

if only she will see

the spirit inside her

holds a part of me.

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