Conner Poem by Ramona Thompson

Part of the psychic poem project, if this poem touchs you in any way please let me know.

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Cold, so cold in the house where you dwell
One knock after another sounding off in the night
No one there when you turn around, yet you swear you felt a touch and heard a voice
Never say never
Eternally your home may be shared by another
Roses scenting the air shall announce to you three nights from now, the proof of my ghostly presence

2008 Ramona Thompson