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Mar 2022
White had always been there
Since you were born
But today I saw it
in places where shouldn’t be
We don’t have autumn here,
but I can still watch time change
From your chestnut brown
Turned silver grey
Bright wide puppy eyes
Hooded underneath your age
You walk differently now
Waddling tiredly
towards the sunset
where you can hear
Your years catching up
Into faded weeping winter
Written by
Lise Nastja
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