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The Loveliness of Faith
You sigh.
I hear the scent
of more to come,
touch the promise
in your ghostly whisper—
only a wisp of grace,
so like the fragrant rose
outside your window.
Take my hand.
Lead me where you will,
beloved one.
I have no fear.
Linked to dVerse Quadrille where we write a poem of exactly 44 words and, for this prompt, include the word ghost.
Victoria C. Slotto, Author 
Love the sense of this,, that promise, and no fear.
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So lovely, Victoria!
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I like the idea of following without fear. That might be one definition of faith.
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A breath-taking poem Victoria, absolutely beautiful xxx
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Oh❤️ this is such an absolutely breath-taking poem, Victoria! 😀 Especially love “touch the promise in your ghostly whisper— only a wisp of grace, so like the fragrant rose outside your window.” Sigh.. Beautifully penned.❤️
Lots of love,
Sanaa
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Lovely, wistful write, Victoria
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Your poem reads like a gentle breath, Victoria, with the sibilance in the words ‘sigh’, ‘scent’, ‘promise’, ‘whisper’ and ‘wisp’ that lead beautifully to the final lines submitting to the care and protection of a loved one – a perfect Valentine.
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Oh, this is beautiful, Victoria.
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