Staring at ghosts through a phantom window Unwilling to turn away Allowing the air to be taken from room
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Silent Wishes
The Antidote
Watching with a tilted head Wanting what it can never feel Cowering as it festers on boils of disdain Penetrating light burns it decaying flesh A shield infused with Love and Kindness
Ripples
A smile forms as the treble lands Slight jerk and the water erupts
Illusion
Which world is the illusion?
Nocturnal
Tinkling glass As a campfire burns
Tragic Poetry
I found an answer hidden on a hillside Apart from new stones telling the same story
Wind Chimes
Music tingles across the skin
Yearn
Boughs of waving arms Welcome me home
Timeless
Giving birth to what never fully died
