Uncategorized G: Ghosts Posted by ipsyb on April 8, 2016April 8, 2016 dreams die young cascading into dawn as thin wisps of morning slip through my fingers ghosts of the past Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
ipsita banerjee 
Beautiful poem! Lovely how you took “ghosts” and made it something more… 🙂 It was unexpected, for me anyway.
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May the resolve to match pace with our dreams keep the ghosts of the past away.
Wonderfully put 🙂
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Would love to ‘meet’ a ghost
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Oops forgot to mention the #azchat bit
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Yup, visited your blog. Thanks for stopping by. Hope to see you again!
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Lovely post.
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