The Day I’ll Die

I’d be paying more attention

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The Cactus flower seemed almost out of season, but no natural resources or even noisy tourists made him sync his lips to different lyrics.
He flourishes where he is not invited, or is he?

Sunshine was reflecting on bodies of water and painting coastal boulders skin: wrinkled, tight, brown or white.
Their skin seemed rough but ageless.

The laughter of migrating birds when they found a heat current to rest on and glide to where geography didn’t set up an estimated arrival time.
You see, the time has come anyway.

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