Ghosted Reverie

August locusts sing, to portend
That I must be near an end.
They call out to me of some things
I long ago knew should be forgotten.

Heavy sighs and saddened eyes;
This countenance you hold in sight
Is naught but a token of my ghosted reverie
Where, in such reality, I daily abide.

14 thoughts on “Ghosted Reverie

  1. yeah,
    way to go,

    I am thrilled to have you in..
    it makes me the happiest when your work is exposed to wider audience…
    have fun reading,
    participants list is your target …


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