Ghost Writer

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Did you think I was dead? I admit I look ridiculous standing in the middle of the forest,

enjoying the fog, listening for angel’s wings,

but I’m just waiting for the flame

of another poem, or at least

some simple phrases

to be lit deep within my heart.

So no I’m not dead, not yet.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

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