For a moment,
the balcony breathes.
The marigold leans into fragile joy,
its golden head lifted
by the butterfly’s tender presence,
eluding for a moment
the haze of stillness.

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#vss365 #elude #vss

Thanks, it means a lot.😊

Every evening, he
sits still on the porch,
to listen to the old elm creak—
a note the house
always echoes back.

Nobody sees him,
the birds avoid
the elm, and the house
remains invisible.

Three things
descend into decay,
waiting to be lost
forever.

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#vss #vss365 #elm

Soon the hill called,
and I obeyed,
to see, to feel, and to know.
But the place was barren,
with a cranky, roofless house,
and a smell of decay,
outgrown by trees,
a ragged man lay in—
Skeleton.

#vss #vss365 #cummerband
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But unfortunately, that serene pause lasted only a few seconds, until my clock struck twelve. It was a reminder to return to work.
I hate it, but I have to.

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#vss365 #marrow #vss