Wispy dreams,
of persons present
and not.
They glide through my sleep,
like clouds,
on a summers day.
I welcome all,
those still alive
and those who have passed on.
I do not understand,
everything they say,
but they mean no harm
and i let them in.
They follow me still,
throughout my day.
They are bringing me comfort,
and so I let them stay.
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