Many thoughts
and none
run through my head.
Enthusiasms evaporated
I let them slide
sideways into the mist.
If ghosts return
I may encounter them
after winter turns her back.
© ceenoa
Many thoughts
and none
run through my head.
Enthusiasms evaporated
I let them slide
sideways into the mist.
If ghosts return
I may encounter them
after winter turns her back.
© ceenoa
