Thursday, 16 October 2014

Recalling



I still remember clearly the lonely waterfront...
And the strong wind caressing my hair,
Those deserted steel benches ...
Where i imagine you still sit sometimes,
With or without me...
And the thousands of returning bird,
Their eager cries ...
Upon reaching the destined trees...
And...
Your voice in my ear,
Echoes, re-echoes all the time...

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