last night the moon
a slice of watermelon
almost within reach
last night the moon
a slice of watermelon
almost within reach
the tick of the clock
a heartbeat, low, sonorous
dark clouds moving north
amidst ruins a
lonely statue contemplates
the meaning of life
from a balcony
ripped laundry streams in tatters
above the rubble
how still the tulips
their heads weighed down by teardrops
shed from troubled skies
from above a gong
time for meditation
extending the tone
with pen and paper
my head bowed over the page
in another world
another grey day
I find the colours of hope
etched on memory
in the vase one rose
intensifies its colour
the others fading
many cloudy nights
without the twinkle of stars
to raise our spirits
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