Cold Whispers

Behind me they whisper
Hand upon my shoulder
A chill within their touch.
Their tales flood my mind
My soul hears their words
Of love, loss and death.
Through anxious fingers
Those words flow forth
Carrying their tale
From their world into ours.

~ Greywatcher

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