My world is a view on a village
alone in my house with spiders
to take and do away with flies
it is my microcosmos
but the window shows a width
of landscape filled with history
of vineyards of yore and more
it is my fallacy
that I truly wish for it humbly
knowing fully that this is a loan
and when I die it shall be
somebody else's.
For a millionth of time pretending
that this is just for me to enjoy
at a blink of an eye - a cyclone
wipes it out.
The hurricane Irma inspired this
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