Ephemeral Poems Become Phantoms Ephemeral poems become phantoms; Whispering voices, a somnolent prayer Evaporating in shivering air. Shadowy plunderers of sleep and rhyme Haunt the sepulchre of inspiration, Midnight burglars of imagination. © Kim M. Russell, 2015
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