Walking By Heaven’s Door


 

Just one of those, where the rain barely keeps you awake, moments.

Seconds with my life for life’s sake.

Hidden in the foggy valleys of every god forsaken town.

Storybook ghosts walk by without any sound.

Every now and again,

I cling to these forcibly sad days.

The ones so silent they dare not get in the way.

 

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