Flickers

Flickers

The Quiet Speaks in Flickering Tone,
A Sigh,
A creak,
A Faraway Moan,
Distance Beckoning Long and Low,
Whispers,
Hushed words,
A Flickering Glow,
Of Memory Held Within these Stones,
Of Dreams,
Of Desires,
Loneliness Enthroned,
With Shadows Flickering on the Wall,
In Dimness,
In Chaos,
Where Stillness Falls,
Flickers of Emotion, Stretching ‘cross Time,
Of Yearning,
Of Learning,
Never to be Mine.

~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: AMALIA LULIANA CHITULESCU

19 Comments

    1. Thank You Amy. In my mind, she is hearing the past, through ghostly sounds in her house…but who is to say, she might experience those things as well. one day… 😉

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