Things look clear
Different yet normal
Clearness of a hazy day
Trust what is new
Passing the cross
That marks the spot
When I knew
Seeing the shadow
A shadow from something so small
Covering so much
It falls on all that history
Tainting everything I thought was real
Under the shadow of a cross
A spirit rests
Anonymous to me
Fresh flowers daily
A spot on the road of life
I pass twice daily
A clear glance in the haze
13 minutes away from destiny
A bell will ring
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