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There is a ghost doing handstands on my front lawn,
wrist-deep in fresh soil. Her hands are birds
in flight.

It's late, but no one comes to take her home.
The pale moon offers a silver smile -
the clouds disapprove.
Too tired to dream, she buries her legs in sky.

Tonight she is invincible, untouchable,
this frail girl beneath the stars
this death in light.

-

There is a ghost doing handstands on my front lawn,
falling to her white knees. Her stare is a pane
of glass.

The eyes of the living are often murky but
the eyes of the gone
are windows.
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Given 2014-07-07
Simple language evokes deep melancholy in Visitor by sliverofciel. ( Featured by neurotype )
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HylianWarrior Featured By Owner Jul 8, 2014  Student Digital Artist
Just came across this. The first line caught my eye right away. Very rare for me!

It's a beautiful piece, so surreal and lovely. Nice job. :)
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TheRedEyedRaven Featured By Owner Jul 7, 2014
No words needed, save for one : Perfect 
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Shadow999Wolf Featured By Owner Jul 7, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
 I like how you created just perfect images so we could get a picture in our minds that's happening and that your poem sounds really good
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naikki Featured By Owner Jul 7, 2014
Poignant. Great work!
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BlackBowfin Featured By Owner Jul 7, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
This is so great, I don't know where to start, just frickin' beautiful.
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Demon57 Featured By Owner Jul 7, 2014  Hobbyist Photographer
Exquisite poem.
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IsabellaMichel Featured By Owner Jul 7, 2014  Student Writer
I....don't know exactly where my love for this poem ends. It keeps soaring. I keep wanting more of it. This poem is an experience. I feel like I know her. I like how spiritual this is. I like that it lacks the haunted-ness that I assumed would follow a girl-ghost around when a human is writing about her. It's like I'm seeing her through the eyes of something that knows. 

A well-deserved daily deviation, I'd say. :heart: 
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Wisp-on-Paper Featured By Owner Jul 7, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
^ I concur.
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