The ghost of me
Won’t set me free,
As winter sets in
I see the landscape freeze,
You were my love
We were the destiny,
Into the night
We echo through time,
You are such a mystery
We cry icicle tears
That leave us so blind,
Still my heart breaks
And it’s hard to take,
The ghost of me
Collides in the cosmic wake,
Of a sad winter’s day,
As my life fades.
Again, a jewel man. Interesting imagery and the drop in the end? Powerful. Icicle tears had to be my favourite term of the poem. That is so thought provoking. I would love to have it one of my own poems if you don’t mind. I hope you are doing well. Peace ✌️
Admiringly,
Shanyu
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I really like this poem, then again I loved your last ghost one too ❤️
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So moving Faux, it’s easy to connect to these beautifully crafted words.
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Thanks very much my friend, I really appreciate your kind words 🌟🙏 Faux
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I love this and your other ghost poem as well. “You are such a mystery” 🌟🌖
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Thank you very much, I am truly glad you enjoyed it 💛🌟🙏 Faux
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It’s really beautifully written.
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Thanks very much for reading and appreciating my friend 🌟🙏 Faux
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