She dances with ghosts in the machine,
Flickering images pervade her dreams.
She has no need of romance it seems,
Just friends who flicker then die on screen.
Ghost-like she games through the night,
The thrill of playing does her excite.
She avoids love’s sting,
Gaming is her thing!
K Morris - Poet 
AMAZING!!
Thank you! Kevin
Fantastic, Kevin.
Thank you Tess! Kevin
You are welcome, Kevin.
Wonderful piece, so lovely
Thank you so much for your lovely comment. I am delighted you liked my poem. Kevin