the chill of winter winds left with the Spring, I still feel the gusts in my bones,
I see our ghosts trapped in the trees
This forest is never blessed with the stars, The Darkness is the only thing complete, The Moon shivers, consumed by clouds
I strike black stones, but can't get them to bleed,
Your fading ghosts whisper, "Come back to me."
BG-4/9/17
Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 11:30 PM UTC
the chill of winter winds left with the Spring, I still feel the gusts in my bones,
I see our ghosts trapped in the trees
This forest is never blessed with the stars, The Darkness is the only thing complete, The Moon shivers, consumed by clouds
I strike black stones, but can't get them to bleed,
Your fading ghosts whisper, "Come back to me."
BG-4/9/17
Napowrimo.net Day 9
