a daydream

I follow all the footsteps, whispers haunting

catching on a cool breeze and broken down to notes

I hang to lost embraces, eyes burn like ice

it's a cold place when your touch is gone

like a ghost I dance through memories

my heart a torch to escape the darkness

thickets and thorns holding, try to keep me

wake up to the smell of morning

calm skies and a dreary wind

this life is full of promise,

 a hopeful spirit is where it begins

xxSea

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