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