another page, another
line, the one who used
to sing, a tune, another
note.
another mistake, another
slant of light. From sky,
i remember we used to
walk the streets, the steps
once so happy as Christmas
sleigh, leaving memories
those dragging traces on
the snow.
walking side by
side, on another
sidewalk. we hum a
line, another tune,
another note, another
lie, another mistake,
some other dragging traces
of memories, footprints
in the freezing Christmas
wind. with or without
another
one.
we will meet, finally,
we will meet
another
different view.
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