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    ghosts
    i wished a thousand dreams to you of me
    so you may remember me
    i screamed my love for you into the wind
    so it may carry my soul to you
    [wherever you are]
    words dancing on my lips
    becoming something of a sore
    now my only hope is my ghost
    and yours

    i whispered what i kept inside
    [finally]
    into the wind
    it broke like chimes
    into infinite symphony
    (oh take it to your mind)
    my love for you can never die
    wherever you may be

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

    tidekeeper’s Poems (8)

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