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All of life is poetry
a half-baked layered poem
my window is the picture frame
that calls my eye to roam
frozen silent evergreens
with dark serenity
they're preaching self-reliance
but hide mendacity
November leaves dead yellow-brown
swirl littered on the road
their song tells of an aging dream
that failed to unfold
a needled pine stares blackly down
unwilling to release
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Monday 25th January 2021 5:21 am
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