Life is reciting
The poem
That had its thought
Come to life
Some years ago
When your word
Had suddenly given it
The expression
It needed to begin
And I started
Writing what I loved
Life is here now
Journeyed through
All these years
To distant thoughts
To unseen abodes
Where words
Tried desperately
To weave again
What was then
When it all began
Life is reciting
That poem
That had a soul
To become one
With my soul
Beautifully weaved
By my words
Some years ago
Words again
Want to melt
To get along
Beyond identities
As if it is about
Living again
The yesterday..

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