Hazelnut coffee
in the early gray morning
I drink thoughts of death
Grappling with the loss of those
once living I read poetry
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Month: January 2025
Blue January
Blue January
sky, crisp air nips with whipping
wind. My face is cold
Seconds slip past and I feel
this new year sliding away.
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Backyard
Palm trees sway in the
backyard quiet gurgle of
the waterfall fall-
-ing into the pool, crows caw
as I close my eyes to sleep
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