Sexaginta Prista

Walking deep in thoughts in park alley
reflecting on my lost past,
having questions about my present
and a future in a dust.
...

“My dear love,
You have not written me a while,
it’s been almost a year,
but I always see your smile
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She came to see me when I was alone last night.
She maybe felt I need her by my side.
She didn't say a thing, looked at me,
sat on my bed and let me be.
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It was long ago, when I was born
as it was everybody else.
Mom told me, I was crying a lot.
Others liked it, I guess?
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The night is conquering the realm
with slowly creeping fog,
the gentle whisper of the wind
is cut with barking of a dog.
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The leaves were falling, making graceful pirouette,
joining already many in the multicolored bouquet,
still looking fresh and yellow, not tore and brown,
but not for long, once fallen down?
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The first beams appeared, coloring the hills in mellow.
The morning silence was pierced by a horse bellow.
Above the hungry vultures hovered the clear sky.
Coyotes prowled around, what better time to die.
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