she lays down often
now that summer is hotter
her dewy jade eyes
are fading faster
into a darkness behold
Mother’s heart beats less
her skin now scented
of decay and loneliness
she saw her future
terminal lucidity
words less spoken
Gen X’er chronicles the art form of living in the Angelino metropolitan environment through poetry, creative writing, art, photography, and culture.
words less spoken 
Oh, Marisela! This is gorgeous!!! ❤ it!
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Thank you, Susi 🙏❤
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❤
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Beautiful ❤
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Thank you, Jen 🙏😊
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You’re welcome ❤🌹
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This poem is metaphorically beautifully well said.
And the message behind it. Mother nature.
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Thank you, Charlie ✌
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You are welcome my friend. 🙂
P.S I posted a new poem. In case you got the notification.
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Cool I will definitely check it out!
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Trust me. You’ll like the title and the poem itself. 🙂
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Oh no fair don’t amp the anti lol I can’t wait
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sorry. hahahaha!!! 🙂
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