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.
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.
seasons: a poetic journey 
This one’s really good! 🙂
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Thanks Jan!
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