Memory

Memory

A Poem by Ghost Sheep
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The last time...

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The last time I walked those hills,

I walked them backwards.

 

My soul stretched skywards,

camera not forwards, but upwards.

We both said nothing, enjoying

a shadow-lined path, lost.

One photo taken in short time.

© 2011 Ghost Sheep


Author's Note

Ghost Sheep
Another poetry attempt. (:
Working to be poetic to improve my prose.

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Ghost Sheep
Ghost Sheep

Unknown., MI



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I'm seventeen, a little dorky, but hardworking. I can be easily confused, but I accept that's just a part of who I am. I write, paint, draw, and play the flute so much that it doesn't do my sanity.. more..

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