A Cloud To Be Forgotten

The ghosts of the last words dance in the winter air.

Oh! what envy they cause with their lack of care.

Together, they run with the will of the wind.

With each word spoken, away with them we send

mere memories, of the words that were once said.

A fog short lived, for the words are now dead.

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