hooray, hooray

there’s the rose
by the river
here’s the bird
calling you home

looking up
you quickly realize
that your sky
has gone

gravity flutters away
into nothing
just long enough
to dream

about the living days
when you were a child
not this ghost
leaving your body behind

away away
into outer space
you fly freely now
without anymore cares


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Space ghost death poem.


space, death, ghost, poem, fly, soul

Jason Franklin, Dayton Ohio photographer.

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