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The Ghost of Me

while you sit and play
with the keys in your hand
you will meet
the ghost of me.

I will reach out
of the nothingness,
caress your cheek
and make you remember
the moment

when the ghost of me
crashes into your soul
- burning like a comet -
leave you always
and forever wanting.

Poetry by Nathalia
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Written on 2015-07-12 at 17:25

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Beautifully captured. The imagery drawn conveys so much..

powerful in a quiet but oh so firm way which makes me love it:)

You're very good at taking a small moment and/or feeling that is thought provoking, and turning it into poetry. Saying what needs to be said without over-saying it.

Ivan R
This poem burns, full of all things about caring, love, wow