Three Haiku on Change
Faded migration
The deserted church is closed
Disappeared slowly
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Made up friendships
faded now, their story told
leaving your childhood
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The passing of time
the world moves on every day
losing memories
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A poem that speaks about how the world moves on accepting the faded things. Thank you for this.
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Nigel Astell
Wed 19th Apr 2023 14:59
Through the hole in my sock
My big toe tickler
Still missing you.💔