I reach for warmth
Distant shores call
Cruel breezes churn
They add knives to the chill
Though I bask in Sun
Stranger to my friends
Friends with nothingness
I haunt the night of ghosts
I stole blocks to built castles
The tide washes their sand away
Each day I return here
My footsteps real
But my scenery imaginary
Just an image in the air
Beautiful 🙂
♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪ Singing Your Praises for all you do Because Youre Awsome ♪(・o・)♪ this #ThankfulThursday ♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪ Thank You for your Kind Support !
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Thank you for the kind words and including me in #thankfulthursday. 😀
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Thank YOU! 🙂
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Breeze adding knives to the chill – great image!
“I haunt the night of ghosts” – that’s unusually beautiful! Highly imaginative! Wow!
I stole blocks to built castles! – How evocative! how sweet!
A great read! Thanks for sharing! 🙂
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Thank you for the kind words. I have thought of the haunting ghost line before, never remembered it when writing. The rest is in the moment writing. The sweet Joy of your mind churning out things fast enough to write down and slow enough you keep them straight. 😀
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