Silvered

Silvered
by cloud
a feeble sun
tries to break through.
Defeated.

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A New Day

A new day dawns without you,
darkness eased by silvered golden sun.
A spider weaves a web across my window,
but you are gone.

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In memory of my uncle who passed away yesterday evening.

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