THE GHOST OF OUR LOVE - A Poem

Last night,

I saw the ghost of our love

under the same tree

where we used to weave our dreams

during the summer evenings;

Where my childhood had  grown up in

your lap;

Where you locked my soul in your lips

forever

and where my heart fell like embers

from that tree

and turned into ashes.

Winter is coming

and it will freeze

t

o

(death)

not if you ignite the

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In your heart once again.