Monday, June 9, 2014

The life that was, and lost...

I remember
a life that was
a memory of a child.
Pure in its ignorance
full of wonder
meandering rivers
valleys and mountains
rice fields
padi huts.

Sitting here
besides the river that was,
contemplating the memories of 
the child.
wishful thinking 
of stories
that was her past.

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