When met on dreamy paths the soul will bow
dressed in weariness, threadbare life, worn to shreds
what is the option of something bygone
something nonexistant that never died?
Ghosts, nonrevivable, luminous in cobweb-cloaks
dragging along on feet embedded in clay
on dreamy paths
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-04-12 02:39:00
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