Ghosts Poem by soren Barrett

Ghosts

A whisp of smoke here then gone dissipates over a planted lawn
Where seeds have sprouted weeds now spawn the beginning of a new dawn
Smoke and shadow come and go, seasons pass in time's flow
Melting clouds leave no scar in sky afar, no mark of shade below

Tuesday, September 23, 2025
Topic(s) of this poem: clouds,ghosts,seasons,sky
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