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: Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...