Through the bright lenses of my tear stained eyes,
Saw the sun; as it sinks and behind the horizon dies…
And in one of the corners of my mind’s foreign skies,
I saw my ghost; crawling out of the past and all its lies…
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Don`t know how you picture her 'knowing', but if it`s realy blessed I wish she knew everything you want so bad
is this a positive poem? ? ? well for me it is.... anyway, nice write... good job!