Stone-faced, living in a backwards side of life,
betrayed by the insistence of a past that haunts
me even now at times with it's intense sadness
and broken pieces of my heart.
Letting go of the broken parts, trying to proceed
on new paths throughout this long and tiring life,
seeing pictures hanging on walls of another time,
gone away into depths of yesterday.
Believing in the beauty of another place, wanting
to be held in it's grasp forever.
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