Casting their light.
There they stand.
At thy shoulder.
In the cave of the heart.
How do we find time.
To flow to the rhythm of their life.
Constantly there through the turmoil of our life.
Though we see them not.
Always there they are.
Just but a veil away.
Benevolently casting their gaze.
Down upon those who sit under.
The shower of their light.
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