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Falling from grace,
Like glass shattering on marble
Weeping of your spirit
Slow beating of hearts
Come back to me my darling.
She hisses and spits
As she takes her away
Mother of ghosts
Out of sight and out of reach
She is always there
She blows in the wind
She is the shadow in the corner of our eye
Mother of ghosts,
Leader of spirits.
I always say, "ain't nothing
I always say, "ain't nothing like gettin' the lead out"... but people don't usually do it right for fear of allowing it to happen again...as it always does...in one way or another. They spoil in the rancid water for fear of going sour. Life can be nothing but insamity for some....and it appears they would enjoy as such.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Mother of Ghosts
Welcome to post poems. ~allets~
Thank you!
Thank you!