Can you see the ghost’s tears?
Liquid pain of a fire gone out during a cold winter’s night
Translucent hands reaching into past years
A figure fading unseen by loves sight.
by Mikial Kenneth Millard
Copyright May 2015
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Please have an amazing day Laine & thank you for all of your support & kind words that you consistently give.
Your welcome, Mikial. Your talent deserves to be recognized and encouraged.
That should be you’re welcome 🙂
Wow, great imagery!
Thank you Steph. Have an amazing day my friend.
Hi Mikial. Beware the coming night! Like it. Thank you very much for liking my poem Control Tower! Best Wishes. The Foureyed Poet.
Sounds sad…
but when I feel this, it only means your poetry is good. =)
Thank you for commenting & showing support Maia. I greatly appreciate it my good friend.