Poetry

Growing

Occasionally I glimpsed her in the crowd
The sightings more fleeting these days
Almost lost for eternity to the world
Only distant memories of her linger
Ghost of the juvenile soul that I used to be

Debbie Gravett © 2019.06.12

RDP: Lost
Image by Artie_Navarre from Pixabay

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Debbie Gravett

A word painter; a story slave; a believer of magic and mystery; a lover of life.

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