Day 2002, an ending.

Daily picture, Poetry

I turned it black and white

these colorful nuances

stand in the way

~

now I can see where his death comes from

from the now barren ground where he stood

~

he still stares at me

like he did when he left

~

I hope the winter fells what is left

and feeds the barren ground

~

you know

you were not alone

and still beautiful

~

goodbye

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