1.
A month fleets in the mirror
I look inside
find you left.
2.
Rain drops evaporate
Sun scorches
the son.
3.
Some nights are shorter
than life,
every other freezes.
4.
Cauldron of busy men,
nifty ladies
I am empty - you are dry.
5.
Window pane trembles
reflect,
Memories are mother.
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