I look a cross this vast expanse
as the clouds in the heavens descend to the earth
the fog rises with our ghosts.
Hollow are our souls as we drift upon the plains of death.
As our past precedes the future, our memories travel back.
Parallel the ghosts we’ve know to the memories we’ve let fade away
as they rise together; with our past die our memories.
When the mist descends from the heavens our ghosts rise to the occasion.
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A very good picture prompt. What I saw were ghosts rising from the mist, what a friend of mine saw were ships drifting on a foggy sea.
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I liked your take very much!
"Parallel the ghosts we’ve know to the memories we’ve let fade away"
Wonderful line!
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