Phantom, Frigid FridayA Poem by Diana
It's a phantom, frigid Friday.
Ghosts lurking 'round the bend. Friendships turned dream-like... in the shadowy realm of reality. The ignis fatuus of love wrongly igniting poor hearts. As you realize you've been holding apparitions in hand... will-o'-the wisp. Like words to the wind. Lost in the pervasive darkness of the still, night air.
© 2013 DianaAuthor's Note
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