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.


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


and then there’s the point

where it all started



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