#109-Freedom


There are parts of me

Hidden in darkness

Behind closed doors.

Ghosts created in the cold of night

As the world sleeps

But not I.

Cracks start to appear

As days slowly wane,

And fears fade.

Even ghosts get tired and old.

Perhaps it is time,

To let them go…

 

Susanne & Sasan

Picture by Susanne Navid - Words by Sasan Navid

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