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Loss

I suppose there was truth when Calpurnia said:
"The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes."

For as I stare out my window,
Glancing at heaven above and ground below,
I see white lilies mourn the loss of a kind soul from this world,
And the mighty heavens themselves stand in shame at their helplessness.

On this day
A great and kindly spirit was robbed from this Earth,
Far too early, sooner than one would anticipate,

And simply...
That.

That spirit has left this Earth, and left us mortals in its wake
As fleeting as the picture captured
With these gifts called memories.

-Desdemona

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Day Fifteen: Matchsticks Light A Thought

A most curious thought came upon me today.

Such a mundane action
Of lighting a candle
Is hardly what one would call
'Thought provoking'.

Yet on this day,
In this very hour,
I suppose I could blame the environment
For this unexpected conflict,
I find myself sympathising with a Matchstick.

One of many,
A most unremarkable one, at that,
That so happened to expire in my hand.

Once it served its purpose,
It was simply blown out without a second glance.
But today,
The mind lingered on an observation.

That matchstick continued to burn,
Albeit a dying ember now.
Yet all it took was a small tremor,
A flick of my wrist,
For that small light
To be snatched away.

How similar material objects are to their creators.

– Maya Desdemona