I am a ghost, I roam these streets
and tuck away the yonder sun
behind my ear,

The burning hot begs to me,
“Let me go, I want the night,
the donder light..
now cry away our memory”.

I am the wind, I whistle my tune
and take away the heated stares
of dead and living too.

They say to me, “Lonely breeze,
what a fright..
you leave us be tonight.”

I am the grass, all I can do
is gaze into the deepest blue,
but it says to me, “My little weed,
I love you too,
but my clouds are here for me..
not you”.

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