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GHOST
Peacefully sleeping
Then…a voice whispers my name
Disturbing…must have been a dream
On the edge of sleep again…
A bit louder this time
A Ghost voice calling my name
Pre-dawn shadows creeping in
No one there
Yet, the voice
Is more and more
Persistent…
Insistent…
Louder…
Each time it calls my name
© 2013 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
Quote of Today:
Writing, to me, is simply thinking through my fingers. ~Isaac Asimov~
ANNIE'S MUSE 
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