Bending down the glance,
To something I never considered:
From the bottom how am I?
Behind me there is a fence,
But is something that I realized:
I know how I’d look like.
Twisted back the head,
The window above,
My name lost
In your rivers of words.
Turning left the body,
The air’s sounds are erased:
Do I still exist without any?
Tuning my temper to moody
Tend to be again grounded:
My hopes are too many.
Minded back to then,
The face alone,
The lane’s ghost
Shows me how I’m lost.
Footprints on the stone,
Are the only things left.
I’m not saying anything,
But echoes in my head,
Converse for me instead
There is some design on the wall,
Still I want to be sure,
If I’m not watching it,
It remains as I saw.
It is a moment of reflection:
I’m giving away
It is a moment of reflection:
I’m giving away
It is a moment of reflection:
I’m giving away
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