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I didn't write any more poems until 2022. The first one is about the natural phenomenon of dying and the natural phenomenon of people forgetting you as they quickly slip back into their routines.

Don’t Forget, It’s Natural!

I set off on a winding path,
Hearing a soft whispering breath.
They came to bury me,
On a trace of the zenith's crest.
They came to cast me aside,
They departed on a wide road,
They came to toss me away,
They left just as they strode.

And like the time that slips away,
I drifted toward the sunset’s ray,
Like a leaf that’s racing fast,
Beyond the rusting past.
And when the road reveals the way,
To the place most fitting to stay,
They spread to scatter my ash,
The remnants of what used to clash.

And when all’s on the path ahead,
They forgot the reason they tread,
And they hurry off, once more,
Returning to the dawn’s bright shore.