Ghost Of A Ghost

Before me as an image
faded from your own view
Passing sharply through me
effortlessly someday soon
I see you speaking slowly
words I've already heard
Your misty soul condensing
on my brow dripping time
Eager ground receives you
you're lost as you've been found

Published January 07, 2012 Write a comment
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Eyan Desir
good write
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