Like a ghost, always fading
And always far away
When remembered, it’s outdated
And every so shy to stay
Like a victim, so forgiving
And eager to give repose
In a world of tired living
And as fragile as a rose
Once was here and so welcome
So anticipated its light
Who knew it would become
Another shade of the night?
Tender love so searched for
And a passion that’s a friend
Evading when you want more
And always seems to end...

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