Idyllic farm scents;
breathe fresh air
and
smell cow dung.
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Ghost
Nothing tangible
to touch tonight,
his ghost
an ethereal plume.
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Idyllic farm scents;
breathe fresh air
and
smell cow dung.
Nothing tangible
to touch tonight,
his ghost
an ethereal plume.
C & K 