ghost
the breeze of words… have spread a bittersweet… scent,
gingering like a ghost at the edge of a dreaming moment
i found myself flying in your poem's sky... (was amazing);
captured in sun's fist of the story, i got trapped, loving you
unspoken feelings have emanated in me, the joy's graphic,
convincing me to KᵉᵉᵖOⁿKᵉᵉᵖⁱⁿᵍOⁿ in its tender murmur, —
(carpe diem)