Ghost

I heard her sing upon the trees
as if she were a newborn bird
receiving her wings.
So far above the sky,
i could see beauty,
and freedom from pain.
Yet, like the wind,
her breath fades away– fleeting.
My tears now the only thing I have
to remember her by.

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