The wind will sometimes whisper, if
She’s still enough to hear it —
Of living on to afterhope,
And if she will come near it
The wind will sometimes whisper; she
Has heard it on the lea —
The mournful breeze that blows right through
The other ghosts
Like me
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Your poem is simply beautiful and spot on.