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All Souls Night

On moonless night

The lanterns flow, like a river to the stones

Young and old, the female forms waltz beneath them

Bonfires lite on Craggs and hills

To warm the souls of those departed.

Our woman dance, to the beat,

To the beat of the drums.

As energy builds

wild hair flows in the cool night air

flimsy, fabric, cherishing warm bodies.

The stones stand towering

Casting watchful shadows

Over the bridge and to the sea

Go the little boats of souls passed

whispering please have memories of me.

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