We are all ghosts

sometimes fog clears up between mountains,

sometimes rain falls down in deserts,

ghost towns seem abandoned but

sometimes there’s life in a corner

maybe it’s not exactly what you’re looking for.

others

will they find it?

will they grasp it?

will they sense it?

 

Where the orange trees standing in rows waiting

for a party to start but

there wasn’t any announcement

and there hasn’t been a dragonfly since ages

 

and the smoke between the air and your lips

wanders around the globe endlessly

aimlessly

and then there’s the point

where it all started

 

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