POETRY: PASSERBY

POETRY: PASSERBY

By M.K.Girvan

To walk familiar streets; a ghost.

Without a sound.

Without a name.

Unknown.

Another fallen feather…

Another Autumn leaf drifting by.

It is more a question, who are you to I?

Than, who am I to you?

Just another ghost.

Just visiting.

Just passing by.

LISTEN: BISHOP IVY - 15

LISTEN: BISHOP IVY - 15

MERCURY BY VERONIQUE CHARLOTTE

MERCURY BY VERONIQUE CHARLOTTE