The grey ghosts of loves passed
linger near us all the time
but cannot touch
the new loves growing vine.
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This is a very interesting perspective, that loves lost are all around and in the vicinity of loves present. Some times I'm hoping they're not Ha Ha. You move so eloquently between comedy and deep theory. Marvellous poem. Best Steve
And we really don't know, do we? Anything is possible and your words certainly make us believe. Another '10! ' Warm Wishes, Marilyn
I confess I do sort of get into a 'ghostly' mood this time of year. But this is really sweet and I love how the old loves cannot touch the vines of the new loves, they are separated by time and space and the hidden dimensions of the heart that we can never see. Like this very much.