Evelyn Klebert

The ghosts, they wrap around our minds,
and entwine themselves in our thoughts.
Distant phantoms, dancing through our lives,
shadows skirting round our hearts.
The ghosts whisper
and touch our dreams,
diaphanous fingertips
weaving long-forgotten hopes,
reminding us of who we were
and should forever be.

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