Page 17 - Reflectoem Magazine Issue 13
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Ewith Bahar








                                              WRAITHS














                 Visited sea at ebony night
                 Without torch and lights
                 Spirits' whisper were welcoming my steps
                 The weep, moan and scream beneath the dark blue waves
                 Those packed hair-raising cries from years ago
                 Stabbed the quiet night

                 They were there and still are
                 Within the chest of the sea
                 Becoming secret and history

                 Dewy morning now,
                 Under the deep orange sky
                 I still stand
                 My feet sank in the grey sands
                 The noises fading out
                 The silence in the morning, under the bright sun, frightening me

                 Those packed hair-raising cries from years ago, remains.
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