Ghost Theory Poem by Milan Georges Burovac

Ghost Theory



she made of me a being of floor
quite a small walker in the sky
a researcher in the scream of angel

I am the imperfect where the mouth speaks
I am the ugly because the soul is quiet

and the rest of my theory
my small prose of the arguments

unsaid
cursed

for the love of the faithful love

Monday, March 30, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love and art
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Kelly Kurt 30 March 2015

Pardon the pun, but, haunting. Thanks for sharing.

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