Her Shadows

Sun, 10/21/2018 - 00:22 -- Mateos

Lampshades drain with the softening crow's cry,
As yellow winds play between shivering leaves
Dying underneath the faint, cold blanket of time.

I wish your death was as beautiful like this.
Although, the stains on your coffin will serve to remind
Me that your beauty will preserve inside
And away from the ugliness I consume.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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