The silent ghost
Breathes rigid thought
Upon dusty steps
Footprints caught.
Laughter frozen
In yesteryear
Tears to cupped hands
Emotion bare.
The shadow moves
Upon ragged walls
Of a self made prison
Anguish calls.
So close, so distant
Space and time
Life and death
Dividing line.
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Author:
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