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Memory


Endless horizons

amorphous whites

auric auras of infinite sunsets

mellow lights

fading to black

into city charms

with infinite homes

infinite lives

infinite worlds

do you see what i see?


the summer breeze

whispering greens

rhythms of time

dancing in silhouettes

wrapped inside the songs of blackbirds

singing of the transcendence

do you hear what i hear?


droplets on leaves

like emeralds and ecstasy

the middle of nowhere

enriched with everything this world can offer

a smile, a tear, a sigh

a breath, a warmth, a chill

hands holding souls

lips merging worlds

of imagination and gloom

do you feel what i feel?


pomegranates and dirt

childhood bliss and spring calls

i belong to no nowhere

nowhere beyond sunflowers and cherry

beyond spring fields and buwa's arms

beyond busy streets and aama's palms

the fragrance of pomegranates and dirt

do you smell what i smell?


i hope you could

i hope i could

capture and embrace

moments into pictures, art, and poetry

alas, the world isn't very kind

to memories doomed to fade away

so let me mark a tear for you

the closest i can be to oblivion



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