Ghosts
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What is a ghost:
A spirit free from mortal constraints?
A flash of light across the abyss?
Is it an emotion suspended in time?
Like a blurred photograph
Or an insect trapped in amber.
Is it a mere fable?
Or just pure fantasy born from
Our febrile imaginations?
Perhaps ghosts are memories
That cling to us; that we can never forget;
Like the voices & gestures of loved ones long gone.
Their place in sweet eternity,
Is guaranteed, as long as
We remember them.
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