GHOSTLY

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POEM – GHOSTLY

Hands tied behind my back wishing I could touch the tall barley.

Looking for my love in the field because he left without me.

I heard he is somewhere in the Forêt de Bougouni.

Now I’m bound to ride the ghostly train on route to Mali.

My smile covered so no one else can see.

For my only wish is to find him and and set us free.

Poem by me Sarah Martin @sugaroc
Painting by @dktheartist

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