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Void
You ended,
I continue,
leaving
an emptiness
in this space.
There is a
vacancy.
A shadow
at the window.
No one there.
You ended,
I continue,
leaving
an emptiness
in this space.
There is a
vacancy.
A shadow
at the window.
No one there.
Literature
Dead Hours
a dress made of thistle-down and crown woven with dust the sleeves painted with night light weeping silk and sussuring laces tiny mouths wailing between thick threads I made you a dress made of tears and blood of the trees and flesh of the stones touched with bone needle and sinew weaves created to shine among dead hours when midnight is eternal and day never comes
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A sorry caution
A sorry caution "Sorry" can be overused, lose its meaning. Be abused. Not said with real and true intention. As if just mumbled in passing mention. Not honestly felt and with heart. When excuse-invention, is the art. Yet a sorrow show of regret and meaningful apology, can also sound and receive like marvellous melody. Ease the pain and not in vain. Make close again friends, and make amends. It is in that sense like a flame or flare, caution, please: handle with care. Updated, Edited and written by Piezometric Poetry on 09-06-2023 Poem artwork
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