Urban still life

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Berries burned and shrivelled
half buried in ash,
their fate touches me.
Once plump and ripe, now
stripped from the branch
and left to die
without ever reaching
their life purpose,
they can bear no seeds now,
and the only reason…
…they were just in the way
of a random act of violence.
It frightens me
how suddenly and unexpectedly
life ends.

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