Tuesday 5 August 2014

Gentle Ghosts


Dreams, 
Fragile beauty of the mind 
Sky-colours that slip between the sheets 
And paint the night with memories 

Gentle ghosts, they are 
That live within 
And wait for night to emerge 
From the frosts of day

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