in the long he felt her

in kissing veranda breeze

in sun through honey

in grace of magnolia trees

in night’s velvet quiet

in shadows where shamans go

in stars on purple vastness

in soft Christmas snow

in life they drifted

but she haunts his air

to her it’s just a memory

but to him she is



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