Three dead trees
against the eastern sky:
beyond us are death,
skeletons of rabbits,
and you cannot ever
return from whence
you must go.
Three magpies
in the burgeoning dawn,
in the carolling dawn,
on the frostbitten lawn,
and I’m back beyond
dead trees against the sky.
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amazing! remind me of Kaija Saariaho's Memento Mori. keep writing! Dear, friend. Could you read and comment on my new poems such as Kartini, Pattimura, Teuku Umar, Tuanku Imam Bonjol, Sultan Hasanuddin, I Gusti Ngurah Rai, Yos Sudarso, Urban, Love your day! , Self, Chance, Process, Question, Search, Purple, Wanderer, Beauty, Lady Luck, Positive, Perfume, Fashion, Chic, Patience, Ready, and other new poems, please? Thank you very much.