I see him in my mind’s eye.
He is dead, and so am I.
He floats alone in the ocean.
I have taken the dark potion.
His body slowly drifts near,
A countenance without fear.
I long to touch his face,
Not of the human race.
My spirit glides free.
And soon, so shall he.
SUSANNE LEIST 
You are so talented Susanne!
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Thank you, Cindy. And you can add weird.
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Thank you, Yvette. I went to the dark side again.
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Beautiful poem, Susanne!
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
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