Your Ghost Poem by soren Barrett

Your Ghost

Since your passing, every living thing takes on your form
Smell of flowers, hum of bees, rain's showers, shade of trees, even the storm
A spider carefully weaves its web, a morning tide's ebb, you seen in each one
Breath in humid air, a whisper in a creaking stair, flecks of dust in the sun

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