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stealing spaces
crawling from my nightmares
are beautiful creatures
of long forgotten dreams
which, among them
exist formless
the souls of humans


Princess said…
words that make one think and ponder upon..
Miladysa said…
Mystical Ghosty.

You really have a photographic eye. I would love to see an exhibition of your photographs and poetry together :D
Ghost Particle said…
[princess] thanks a million :)

[nayan] thx bro :D

[milady] we should do it photos, poems and fiction. :) it wud be great Milady :)

maybe an online exhibition?
venus66 said…
GP, how are you? Nice. I agree with miladysa.

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