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 i saw the child sitting beyond the tree

furiously writing her words on paper

startled she saw me approaching

we have the same eyes her voice said

and the same strong voice i thought

familiar words pull me towards her

this is beyond my control now

and then she is gone,

i dont wonder. i know.

for i once lived there too
 

the yellowed papers are strewn among the leaves

i gather them in my arms again

these words i had once written

in a childish manner

but i could not understand then
 

the cycle in which i live
 



 

a beginning