22.2.16

Ghosting

Once
Twice
Thrice I peeked

On fourth
I stared
Wrong and weak

Amber
Red
Colour and scent

Never
the ghost
 will ever descend

She hides
strides
whole and complete

Way
away
from the dreams I seek

From the nightmare I gave
From the secrets I leak

She hates when I sing
Oh how my soul sinks

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