NOSTALGIA
AN old friend of mine is bringing
me to the place where he received the yes of his
wife
it will take us a day of travel, then we walk another
three kilometers until we reach a grassy portion of the hill
overlooking a little town far north
when we arrived there he fell silent
closed his eyes and recited silently his prayers
we only spent twenty minutes there as i gaze
on the grass, the trees and the clouds
now at 54 i think i know what he felt
saying prayers for the dead right in the spot where life was taken away
where love did not die.
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