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A Ghost

You cannot hug a shadow’s neck
You cannot kiss a silhouette

But I’ve done both

Time and time again

—–

Long days passed in constant counting

Yearned the figure in mental picture

But kept high at the pedastal pride and left unrevealed

What insisted at the edge of the utterance

He left instead the soul at the other side

And further forth walked with her own silhouette

My dear ghost, I’m lost.

—–

Am I believing in a ghost

Am I wishing on a star

Am I loving you the most

Because I can’t be where you are



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