Content of: Red the Sky
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07/11/22 at 10:24PM
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Life Stories - Memories
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Red the sky.
A grey dawn.
It was early,
so, I yawned.
Why do I rise
in the early morn,
when I'm not sleeping
a mind forlorn?
I worry about her
who worries about
everything and me.
Her life is fading away
as my old bones,
began to fray.
