Some nights
By the tree she sat
And watched the ghosts pass by.
Of all those who once lived
And all that was once laughed about
Passed in the flicker of a moment.
She let a part of self be lost to each passerby
In the hope that she’ll vanish
But she regrew. Like a starfish, everytime
Resilient and fateful.
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Sue Vincent’s Thursday #writephoto challenge
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