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A cold wind blowing from China, Whispering the first doom of the third millennia. As it seeps through every stronghold, Fills every lung with gloom, invisible stranglehold. Winter comes for Europa. From Atalanta to Valencia, It freezes Germania. New bane of Reino de España. Not-so-Great Britannia, Au revoir Republic of Francia. Midnight falls in America As the ships sailed to California,

An old movie playing in your head. As your are humming, and missing what you had. A scenery of abandoned bed. A ghost is sleeping, dreaming among the dead. Then cut to scene, to a rundown shed. Something is dancing, shivering. A vague dread. A letter and broken pencil lead. Unfinished writing, spilled ink, colored in red. A history, story, filled with regret. On your cheek, rolling. Falling,

An eternal serenade. In between prayers, it resonates. Angels' hearts, it captivates. Near the heaven's gate, reverberates. And yearning for an alternate, but no match against cold fate. Dripping at an alarming rate, then your sadness, dissipates. Soul Mnemonic. Photo by Tim Umphreys on Unsplash Note: It is a poetry about remembering lost loved ones. In the grand scheme of things,

An inverted bravery, perhaps I was not meant to be. As far as I can not see, with me in a quandary. An unhappy scenery, abruptly I am so sorry. My life in your memory, but an old tree, you stand firmly. On your horizon shiny, a colored thread, silvery. Flying beautifully, your leaves scatter infinitely. Travel east, the air heavy, with your worries beyond the sea. On the horizon faintly, a

Stand there, with your hand against your face, under the teak tree. Count to ten, I dare you not to peek while we seek refuge, a place you can not see. As you count from one, then two, then three. We disperse away from you, in a hurry. Try to not make any sound So we will not be found easily. Four and five, and six. And loudly you asked if we're ready. Chaotic, we flee from your voice of

A beauty, buried underneath layers of mystery. Far down below unnoticed, undiscovered, Her life is a history and now her body merge slowly With the earth, resting peacefully. A beauty, among the deep dimmed galaxies. Up above million miles, beyond unreachable, She shines endlessly, carries on carrying ancient memory, And a wisdom, only for me to see. A beauty, scattered in the air, floating

Evening passing Orange T glowing One eye shining - Two eyes piercing Tires shrieking Braking - Braking Left turnings - Right crossings Red yellow green Lights fading Black thickening Bodies crashing - Heads spinning Horizon sparkles - Big Dipper glitters And then nothing You're whispering I am listening Your voice's waning And then nothing A traffic accident memorial somewhere near my home