
Ghosts in visions
and mysteries invasion
are only eyes
in the past looking
forward to the living.
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-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

I saw her at the
Crossroads, black dog at her heel
A torch in her hand
Another drink, a day gone
Torch burning in the darkness

Ghosts in visions
and mysteries invasion
are only eyes
in the past looking
forward to the living.
Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems!
-Alina