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Her Ghost


The children, their smiles and joy,

a girl of twelve and one little boy.

They swing high, they laugh, they play,

they spin around the rustic merry-go-round, but the monkey bars they keep at bay.

Their laughs pull the silence into a state of loss.

They grey ball - they toss, and toss, and toss.

Best friends, brother and sister, together - one.

A contradiction of the long forgotten sun.

A scene of black and white,

the monkey bars in color, a chill of danger, of fright.

The moon rises, they're gone. Poof.

They will remember their sister, for her ghost hangs at her youth.

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