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



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