In black and white
the waters of memories
flow freely along
the path of sorrow
Forgetting what is now
and dive into what was
Nothing but a mirage
lost in the cold wind
stand into nothing
silently dropping again
sit patiently
in a dying tree
Looking blankly
in the white sun
setting in the horizon
where you were left
A silhouette remains
I have long died
in that white tree
under the black earth
LeeShin Community Member 
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