A ghostly pen soars
In dusty wings, cobwebbed dreams
Under starless skies,
Ink blots smeared of falling tears
Behind these ecliptic eyes.
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Wanderland
PoetryWe all live with memories, memories of all kinds which engulf us until we either reminisce or relive them. Leading us to the feeling of bittersweet intoxication, overwhelming the very core of our being. Perhaps the recollection itself coupled with t...
Invisible
A ghostly pen soars
In dusty wings, cobwebbed dreams
Under starless skies,
Ink blots smeared of falling tears
Behind these ecliptic eyes.
