Ghosts of Poetry

Softly, a whisper, in the approaching night,

                   In a flash, my recognition…

How sinuous, like a snake in the grass,

                            A ghostly apparition.

Shapes bare footprints on the moss,

                 From long forgotten shades…

Haunting the dark wooded fringe,

                        Of an empty notebook page.

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