Touched
A change in the windsA drop in temperature
A breath of clouds
A touch of silence
Spinning in slow motion
The world frozen in time
I'm the only one moving
Everything turns to black and white
Unrecognizable voices buzzing in the air
Surrounding noises are deafening
No longer among the living
What's to come of this now?
A gloom appears face to face
A skeletal hand raises towards me
The middle of my forehead
That one touch zaps lost memories
A connection that once was
Has come back in the world hereafter
I know this dream and I know these spirits
Here soon lies in the end when we can be once again
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