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GHOST OF ME
Shadows and far away memories
Familiar scents barely memorable
Faded melodies...
Like a juicy rumour whispered to a total stranger
I try,but I remember (her)not.
"Brilliant writer!"Fire of insight they call me.
They say my poems held grit to inspire,entertain,enlighten...
yet I doubt the possiblity of such finess being mine
For such a voice I bear no recognition of possession.
Ode to the ghost of me.
Familiar scents barely memorable
Faded melodies...
Like a juicy rumour whispered to a total stranger
I try,but I remember (her)not.
"Brilliant writer!"Fire of insight they call me.
They say my poems held grit to inspire,entertain,enlighten...
yet I doubt the possiblity of such finess being mine
For such a voice I bear no recognition of possession.
Ode to the ghost of me.
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