Ghosts'whispers

Can you see what’s behind the angel’s gaze

The haunted eye that clears the blaze

Ghosts’ whispers in a muffled world

Damage imprinted in wild thorns

Great leaps of the muted errance

Within the fuss of existence

That burns the grace of fragile wings

A splint in the chest, oh heartstrings

In a firework of shadows and noise

Blurred days, the dusty-warmth is poised

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