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Nov 2018
In the morning sun, on the bed
at the wide open window
I breathe-in the world and
my breath into the world

I no longer feel love
from him, only his worries
he doesn't want to talk, life
is flowing past us

he is a good man
yet I will leave
for a new home
empty but light and spacious
Morning sun (1952, Edward Hopper)
Shirley: visions of reality (2013, Gustav Deutsch)
Collection β€œWebgarden”
Zywa
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