I am a single tear.

a Lilly of the valley.

I am a blood stained flower, in the light of a full moon.

I am an emotion

Intense,

Deep,

And full of meaning.

I am

And I am not.

I have,

And I have not.

I breath and live through words of print,

I breath and live through you.

Though should there come the slightest gust of wind

I will leave on the breeze which I came.

For I am only a fleeting emotion to a creative mind.

A ghost,

A poem with no name.

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