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And I still wonder
Some days are just days
Summer week's end
To Universe
When days become shorter
Look down on those lights
Why are you like this?
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Farewell, Father
A poem about absolute uncertainty

Summer week's end

Curtains breath.
Breeze brushes laudably.
Grape melodies brew.

Cherish kind pillow.
Close your eyes.
Dream content.

July 18th, 2025