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Ghost

Death came knocking,

White flowy cape

I would say there was a sad smile,

But I'm not a fool.

I thought and said,

'It's been a long day,

And you've a lot more to haul,

Make haste, let my lover not linger'

I say so 'cause I know,

Hope hardly is a comfort,

It is but a stopper

On the vial of grief and sorrow.

And then I saw Death's smile,

It was drooping on the edges

And my world blurred

Death took a gander,

At my lover yonder.

I've been a witness

Witness to countless ups and downs of the sun

But as the moon shines over the gloomy night

All I can feel,

All I know,

Is everything I've learnt.

My lover's arms cradle me,

Her sweet breath soothes the burn

Her feeble whispers get me going

And hope is all I own.

I am a fool,

And I stay a fool.