nextdoor woman

the woman next door with the innocence
of lilies in empty darkness
with thin flesh
cries with no tears shown
leaves from the riverbank fly
a measure -keeper of her fading shadows
she waits for the end of all things
she lured me in for a slave girl for another painting.
she can not see anymore so she paints with her blind eyes
and her dying touch. my mother the woman next door

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