Maybe but a phantom sent to trick touch the mind...
Burning blush like the falling embers of a campfire cigarette,
She wrapped the man's fevered face in her long slender hands,
"It's only the ghost of a dream
ghost of a dream,"
He murmured over and over in a shipwrecked stranded sleep,
"ghost of a dream . . ."
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2016-06-05 at 19:27
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Haunting Hands
At one long last the woman with the sunset smileBurning blush like the falling embers of a campfire cigarette,
She wrapped the man's fevered face in her long slender hands,
"It's only the ghost of a dream
ghost of a dream,"
He murmured over and over in a shipwrecked stranded sleep,
"ghost of a dream . . ."
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Read 922 times
Written on 2016-06-05 at 19:27
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