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Ghost

You disappeared without a trace. 

For years I didn’t see your face.

I believed the lies,

that you died. 

Maybe you did,

on the inside.

Your essence never went away.

Behind me, beside me, within me

night and day. 

You haunt me.

That’s the way I want it to be. 

Love is a mystery. 

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◄ A Thousand Years of Peace

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victoriavautaw@gmail.com

Sat 11th Jan 2020 01:43

Thanks for stopping by with your entourage Don. ? Long live Thalia❣️ We would be a pitiful lot without comic relief! ?

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victoriavautaw@gmail.com

Sat 11th Jan 2020 01:38

Wow John, you always take poetry to the next level with your insights. I have never heard Matilda or Tom Waits before. What a treat. Better than a box of chocolates and bouquet of flowers! His voice is mesmerizing. He personifies blood and whiskey. Thank you! There is only one thing that moves me as much as poetry and that is music. It’s so cool to discover poets and musicians who have been there all along. I’m headed down the rabbit hole with Alice now!

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John Marks

Fri 10th Jan 2020 23:33

..maybe you did, on the side...in British English it means on the edge..it is the place where many men live stained with blood and whiskey.....and die...and long may be it be so....

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vGpwgHqlfWo

John

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Don Matthews

Wed 8th Jan 2020 07:11

Thalia, my Muse just does Mirth. Easy simple stuff. She leaves the cosmic to others. Too heavy she says......

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victoriavautaw@gmail.com

Wed 8th Jan 2020 03:16

I agree Po, trying to make sense of cosmic energy is a full time job for my muse!

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