D r e a m Touching

H a u n t e d
ghost of voice
glimpse of a face once
in a passing d r e a m
touching fingertips to smoke
brush of hair
falling l i g h t
leaving soul
to weep away
The Day
H a u n t e d




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Written on 2015-06-29 at 02:09

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Moving and a bit scary. Perhaps it was not meant to be.
2015-06-30