Stop for a while and take in these spectres a bit more,
Close your eyes and watch them flying inside,
Wake up savouring the whiff of warmness, masked by the dead, frozen layers,
Croon along with the serenading gale, humming a haunted, plaintive tune,
Waltz across with the dreamy shadows as the light sleeps still,
Drink in the frosty moonlight that drips into the inky night.
Wipe off the dust and ashes from the distant mirror,
Sprinkle the dazzling stardust on the flawless surface,
just to gaze into the other self that lives inside.
Are they lucid dreams, webbing the strains of the mind,
blurring the mirage betwixt fact and fancy?
Or enmeshed memories clinging to a cloistered soul?
Some untouched, some crumbled, some flying, some shackled,
Some as light as the milkweed seeds, drifting like wishes unfulfilled,
Some saddling like the rain-bearing clouds about to erupt in fits of…
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