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Remembering the Ghost - Francis A Willey
Remembering the Ghost - Francis A Willey
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In the midnight of remembering, I am wound, tight as a Lark

in a moonlit garden, fraught with Nicotina and Columbine, where

Memories are Breadcrumbs and trail back to the SweetSpot, which 

we search for, hands dirty, on nocturnal knees.

 

 

 

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Lucy
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Lovely poem Fiona! Very stirring and beautiful words!
Fiona

I am captured by the notion of 'nocturnal knees'....
Lucy
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That was my favorite line.

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