Blue Ghost,
The flame now smolder
blue. Down where the fishes
float under a blue smoke
and geese's breath. Summer heat
all of blue smoke smouldering
under of memories of blue skies.
Days come back to me as I watch
of summer ponds waving back.
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Blue Ghost, The flame now smolder blue. Down where the fishes float under a blue smoke and geese's breath. Summer heat all of blue smoke smouldering under of memories of blue skies. Days come back to me as I watch of summer ponds waving back. Author notesPrompt - A contest entry
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