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

photo via lefashion

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