Ghost poetry Footprints left behind as if on the moon, untouched by even solar winds What a breeze to catch, perhaps a shame to miss There’s a spirit lost inside a body floating for what seems to be eternity, eternity, but I will cast it out Share this: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...