Manifest

Looking like feathers that fell from doves,
In the doorway,
Your hair soaked from the rain,
Eyes peering from beneath,
Pools of heartbreak yearning,
A pair to dance the waltz of ghosts,
Balls of grief in your arms
I beckon you in.

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Jason James Page

Author: Editor

Poetry lover and writer.

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