reflecting
the signs of life
numbers on the screen
_ your Haiku made me think of loneliness so_
bored and alone
turning towards the window
today
even the cuckoo
is not singing any song
the first conker falls from the tree
and lies alone on the ground
the cold wind
takes away the last
rusted leave
_worried about losing my thoughts_
the thief of dementia
steals my memories
my old diaries
giving rooms for
memories
anyhow
life goes on with memories
drifted away
Perfect!
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