I couldn't shake the fog out of my ghostly pale hair and this morning
I am clouds floating through grey sky.
This being a ghost is uncertain at time, mused Princess Haiku.
Perhaps I should apply for reincarnation but that is tres risky.
What if I would return as a mermaid with sea green eyes,
and talk about chilly. In that instant startling sun appeared
and Princess Haiku disappeared into vapor.
Today is the perfect day to do invisible things, she murmured.
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