A single flower

Death has always been part of my life. To die well is something we should all think about. A restless night, after I looked at some old photographs. And living alone, I only have my poetry to talk with 🙏
Through the waves,
that loss.
Dead ashes
and blind stars,
nourishing life.
A quiet love,
cut like a blade.
So many words
unsaid, drift
upon the west wind.
That was the way
it was.

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