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This is what I thought of when I heard the song "Season of the Witch" by Donovan
and post notes and photos about your poem like minda whiteley.
there are ghosts
passing by outside
with enchanting smiles
strange and little creepy
they have no reflection
no shame, no direction
like us humans
can only dream
Copyright © minda whiteley | Year Posted 2017