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My Ghosts
When my ghosts
start dancing around me
sleep vanishes
they touch me
take my hands
together we fly along
the roads and avenues
of this one life
the good, the bad
the extremes
and above all, the love
then they slip away -
fatigued I welcome
a new dawning.
feedback van andere lezers- Klaver4
Great thisone!
I would have called this one "A new dawning, my old ghosts", because the tenure of this poem is that they frequently visit you (presuming that they can leave you from time to time..) and you know them very well by now...;o)
xx
klaver4 killea: I do indeed, Klaver4, and you maybe right about the name.
thanks again
June - miepe
een slaapmutsje teveel op?
boe!
killea: Yes, indeed!
xx
june - aquaangel
nice ghosts ;) killea: Thanks Angel.
xx
June - lief
ghostriders in the sand..
liefs killea: Thank you, Lief
xx
June - otiske
BOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOO spooky!!
Great!! Heel goed neergezet, knap bedacht, groetjes. killea: Thanks, otiske
xx
june - Francis
And she was... (Talking heads)
Gr Frans xx killea: ha ha
xx
june - lucky
nice killea: thanks,
June - marrik
Ik heb vaak last van de spoken van mijn bestaan, maar dan meestal wel overdag,op mijn werk.
HAHAHA killea: I know how that feels too.
thanks
xx
june
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