Monday, August 14, 2017

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The ghost of a boy longing to play,
turns his face to me.
Fixes me with pleading eyes.
'Come back, please come back.
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Jim Young
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Dr Antony Theodore 14 August 2017

I know this boy, for this boy is me Home is where the heart is. But where is home for me? 'Hold my hand' he says 'come on! Run with me'. psychological poem.. the childhood, its joys, pains and sense of loss...... all that you have depicted well dear poet. thankyou for this poem. tony

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