Just when I needed them the most
My imaginative ghosts
Lost themselves at sea
Far away from me
How could it be
That this part of me
Is planted like a seed
Across the waters from me
Growing with thorns
After being born
Too sharp for me to grasp
Blurry like the past
And yet still apart of me
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The Art Of Speech - Poetry
PoetryCollection of life inspired poems for international reads.
