Its hard
To say goodbye
Reflection trapped
Times flickering eye
Each footstep
Or touch of hands
Lays surrendered
In sleeping sands.
The passing night
Hours postpone
Each idle heartbeat
Strikes far from home
Each lonely moment
To carry forth
Midnight touches
Calls forlorn.
Invisible fingers
Now outstretched
To a wanton peak
Unimpressed
In solitude
Tears weep
A mantled ghost
Burning deep.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments2
Thinly vailed this piece to me represents the ghost of the past year leaving. Poignant and well timed it speaks out and greets the new. A Happy New Year to you as well
Thanking you and much appreciated, all the best to you
You are most welcome
Good write N.
thanking you, much appreciated
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