Her spirit soars among the stars and ghosts;
she drifts across the sky and silver scene.
In summer when the sunshine swelters most,
I sense her presence, felt but never seen.
I hear her laughter strum just like guitars
accompanied by distant tambourines.
If only I could reach to touch the stars,
I'd bring her back and life would be serene.
I thought I felt her in the summer breeze;
I swore she held on tightly to my hand.
Reminder nearly brought me to my knees—
losing her was nothing I had planned.
Each time I walk into a crowded place,
I half expect to see her smiling face.
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