I know that knock upon my door.
Her ghost appears each New Year's Eve.
We never find just what to say,
for time and destiny are mute.
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An excellent painting of one's soul.I'm translating it immediately.Happier be the new year, dear friend.
Thanks for your mystical, backward look at time. With words that fall like silent rain... 2017, lets look forward....all the best. Marianne
I am looking forward but I cannot be optimistic. Thanks for the comment.
How fertile your mind is. An incredibly beautiful write. A super 10.
Thank you so much Nosheen. But some days it's not so fertile. I keep writing anyway.