once....a life
like a nest that is empty
old ragged torn and quiet
silent picture with coral green frame
looking souless every second that ticks away
the voice of young pods
cracking with desire of never wanting to grow up
imagination that knows no bounderies
and laughter that has only one meaning
how serene it was when it was still green
simultaneously colorful everytime it changed its seasons
the bluest sky that can ever existed
and long patience old strings of river
ready to give birth to every dying wishes and hopes
it feels like only yesterday the memory was recorded
subtle in details, uncomparable.
untaited by metaphors.
the life and desire to get away from this jungle...
and breathe the air that once fill the lung of my ancestors....
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