Wed, 01/15/2020 - 12:11 -- s3r3nnn

“Effervescent!' said I, “thing of ghost.”

Back into my memories bewitching

And so it came gently murmuring

Haunting - haunting - haunting!

And so I screamed, “Is that a spectral?”

I threw its ghost against the idylls

“It's that joyousness,” I muttered

The mozartean melody mesmerizing

Only this and an aimlessness toss

And the encounter ever horrifying


This poem is about: 
Our world


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