Just Pretend Like a Good Soul By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
...and I'm certain, Deary, all will be just fine. Trust me.
Or does my soul wake to the ghostly sense
Mists cull as golden leaves hang in the pale
Light by worn ones and twos, boughs' naked tale
In ghastly naught clothed by the fragile, dense
White moisture's kiss, who wear that touch from thence
As houses 'gin to peer now through the veil
Like phantoms haunting keen wet silence' frail
Note blue jays sing upon, that I see hence?
We're not allowed to breathe, or tiptoe fer
The freighted time across this shrouded view,
Else madly like some heathens, plough as twere
Twixt curtains' vaprous naught as if the cue
Is but a hindrance. Put on smiles in poor
Excuse, while bleeding, and oh! I need you.
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