I found a few of my old writings that I was able to save from a fire incident that happened many years ago. One of them is this poem I wrote last November 9, 1998. I am so tempted to share the story behind it but I will leave its own magic to you just like any other poet does.
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| Photo by Brandon Allen. |
HAUNTED
fox llante
far along in life and time
staring at her oil lamp
as her chair rocks her vision
she closed her eyes and fly
her cracked lips slowly uttered
words she has never said
haunted by an undying memory
her tears began and fell.
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