The Crying Ghost

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    The Crying Ghost

    The wind drys her tears on her face,
    You can''t read her emotions.
    Everyone just passes her by,
    As if she was a statue.

    Maybe she is.
    Maybe she will live her days on that cliff.
    Facing the ocean.
    The very ocean that took him away.

    The storm was fierce,
    The waves lethal!
    The winds painful,
    Nothing could withstand it!

    He will never return!
    She will never live again!
    She died that day!
    Her heart... broken...

    Nobody sees her.
    They just pass her by.
    While she crys and waits in vain!
    For her love who will never return...

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    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    Blade’s Poems (7)

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