wait for years before you
pass a place again
what used to be a seed
has become a tree
the vacant place has grown
too many houses
the children have married and
hold the hands of their children too
you remember now
the years that pass like a dream
when you wake up
it is totally a strange place
you look at your feet
as ashes of memories
and you wish for now
that everything be better forgotten
the heart is full
and it cannot carry something more
love has become a burden
families merely black and white pictures
mirror faces fade, promises just air,
and you hear again
the falling of sands, soft and
too cruel.
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