Day 1489, leave.

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Colorful

at the end

she whirled

to a welcoming

ground

~

in a quiet

corner

her life

moved away

~

at the end

of this winter

a thought

and her cage

where left

~

all

alone

Day 982, our graveyard.

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Lost writings, their meaning

on an old machine,

a lost pride.

The last paint, final

it’s value, what’s left

at the end

it is character, that exists

written in awareness,

our graveyard.

Nochrisis

Day 763, dead leaf.

Day 763-1

A dead leaf with sky-blue

distorted honeycomb structures shaped with thoughtful fortuitous

deteriorated beauty before its demise.

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