ghost
the breeze of words… have spread a bittersweet… scent, gingering like a ghost at the edge of a dreaming moment i found myself flying in your poem's sky... (was amazing); captured in sun's fist of the story, i got trapped, loving you unspoken feelings have emanated in me, the joy's graphic, convincing me to KᵉᵉᵖOⁿKᵉᵉᵖⁱⁿᵍOⁿ in its tender murmur, — (carpe diem)
