Even ghosts do laundry washing themselves in lavender and hanging themselves to dry while the wind has its way with them your eyes through the hedge counted among the dead waiting for your shroud to soak up the smell of sunshine there there go to the light
I love this poem, and that it’s named after me 😂
Omg, Boo, that is perfect! 👻
I love the image of the ghosts, washed up amd drying in the wind
Thank uuuuu 🥹💖
Love it!
Thank you!!!