Ghost

Ghost

Nature comes
to you

Tellin you
a secret

In your
little ears

Askin you
who am
I

Tell me
your story

And I
shall tell
you mine

I keep
quiet

And the
Nature pours
in to
me

If you
see the
sun

In the
Mornin

I am
the burst
of Sunflower

And when
you sleep

You open
the window

For the
freshness of
flowers around

I am
the Ghost

Of What
you are?

Caution: This might be all theory

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