When you leave the room
Death takes his bony fingers
And traces my spine
With every touch
A new worry blossoms
like watercolor on paper
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Author:
Mel Marine (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 26th, 2023 18:22
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Comments1
I like this sober writting in the form of haiku .Understanding is in perception.
Lorenz
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