each puff of smoke
blown his way
changes shape
she plays the role
dresses his soul;
he’s unsure who
she is anymore
exhales her ghost
sends her away
to haunt the day.
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each puff of smoke
blown his way
changes shape
she plays the role
dresses his soul;
he’s unsure who
she is anymore
exhales her ghost
sends her away
to haunt the day.
Comments are closed.
seasons: a poetic journey 
This one’s really good! 🙂
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Thanks Jan!
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