Day 2001, still.

Daily picture, Poetry

I think she was still holding her umbrella

not to hide for the rain

she was no longer listening


she crossed the empty street

she didn’t know

only her feet 


the light was bright

from a sun far above

there where no shadows


I saw her disappear in the cemetery

no longer in use

but still

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