Sometimes I still feel your ghost
drifting in the air
white noise particles coming apart in the fog
they glisten and perpetuate this silent feeling
in silver dust clouds
As I watch as I breathe
I see Monet colours gloss strangers' eyes
the fog pulls my thoughts together
brings back memories keeps them distant
like a lifelong dream this time this place
existing
yet unreal
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