Poetry

Ice cold mornings

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Responding to the prompt from the talented Mona from Manic Sylph – Ghostly fingers of ice cold mornings

Your thoughts have arrested my sane mind
and day or night,
winter or storm,
I indulge in some convoluting disguise charm

Often I sleep with your words, verses you once said in love,
which has now morphed into a dream,
often making me aghast
before the break of the dawn,
for your impressions still lurk
like some ghostly fingers
drawing an arch on my soul
in ice-cold mornings

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