Everywhere i look,
All that i can see,
The time it has took,
Reminding always me,
Like a mental hook,
Haunting my memory,
Stuck in every nook,
Tragic number three.
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Floating – for Aija
Today i see spiders gliding on their silk strings.
One more thing that causes me to think of you.
Now i lie down to watch
The sunset – yellow, white and blue.
It’s tomorrow and i spy the flowers of broom,
Yet another thing reminding me of us.
Now i walk the path
The sky awash with aqua, slate and rust.
Pierce Beckett 