Mystical

By Da Poet    Da Poet

Far off in a distance beckoning to come,
I saw a silhouette urging me to run.
And as I approached the nearer I came the
silhouette faded like a ghost with no name.
How peculiar I thought, what did this mean?
Just then I woke up and knew it was a dream.

By Hearthrob,
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