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fear


look at the moon

iridescent as its reflection on the river

tastes like the finest croissant

the image from her rooftop


look at the roses

slowly inhales the spring smell

feels the fresh droplet in the early morning

the best view from her kitchen window


look at the waves

sparkling white like the cloud

drowns her ears in cold foam

the dream she has every night


look at the wood

the sensation touches her finger

smells of homemade meal by her mother

the memory she wants to linger


look at the reality

dark, cold, and alone

she wishes to sleep

forever in the past

can things never change

but everything changes

as the moon rises and sets

as the roses bloom and wither

as the waves appear and fade

as the wood grows old

and she does too.

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