Once You Wrote
Once you wrote a diary
You are dead
But live forever
As your verse
...
Day by day
You stroke a pencil
Sketching on a page
Then you die in your bed.
...
The day just started
Innocent as a child
Wonder in awe
The sun slowly ascend
The shaft of light
Broke the prism inside a dew drop
The grasses
Swayed its trinket
From orange cloud.
...
Afternoon immersed
Darkness unfold
An old man in the window
Watched with disbelief
A few hours from now
He'll go die on the bed.
...
The world was silent
All colors drained
Still awoke hand on the white page
Collects the debris float on the head
Asked if its time
To die again in the bed.
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