ghosts
play tag
in your grandmother’s gowns,
armed with memory-laden, blunt sticks ~
just one perfect poke
(at the perfect angle)
dims the brightness,
and contorts the colors
of a sunny day.
So close the curtains
and cut off the light;
witness the specters’ dance.
On way to work read this adore this! The spirits will also smile 🙂 xx
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have a good day, Jen! almost bedtime for me… glad you stopped by x
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🙂
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Lovely. Delightful. Made me smile at the thought of gentle spirits. Thank you
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you’re very welcome. thank you for the visit!
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Oh, your ghosts can dance with my shadows. Beautiful, as always.
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awh, thank you, Susan!
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Love the imagery and atmosphere …
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thank you, Polly! 🙂
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