take my hand and climb with me…

ninety six degrees: ‘where the lightning went through…’

Anyone’s Ghost ~ Silver Swans

ninety six

Skull, old bone. Stories, death stole. From flesh. I’ve learnt, not to fear. Skeletons appear, in wild lands. To speak, in dreams. Tell tales, whispered truth. Echoing, for eternity. Though bodies, die. And bones, dry. Spirit’s freed, to fly.


I told my friends not to worry…

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