I Hear
my father's voice
on earthly plane.
yet he's on the
other side , this plane.
a haunting I've seen.
faded photos , still give
meaning. the past comes
alive, playing inside.
will the fog ever lift.
lift up my eyes and see
a sky, that's plain.
where the ghost dance not,
and clouds pass by.
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