Ghosts call.
We pirouette
And fall.
How can I regret
When others see
Nought but me?
Perhaps there are no ghosts at all.
Yet
I do recall
Many a pirouette,
Stumble,
Fumble
And fall
Ghosts call.
We pirouette
And fall.
How can I regret
When others see
Nought but me?
Perhaps there are no ghosts at all.
Yet
I do recall
Many a pirouette,
Stumble,
Fumble
And fall
gorgeous!
Thank you!
you are welcome!
Eeerie!
Thank you.
Smile. You are welcome.
This is interesting; food for thought.
Thank you, Robbie. I’m pleased that it provides you with “food for thought”. Best – Kevin