Migration days

Sometimes life presents itself. I have moved back to Kaohsiung, Taiwan for a while. I walk around this evening and took these pictures. I also wrote this poem 🙏

The wounds,
no longer deep,
tonight I claimed
back the night.
As spring slowly moves in,
I saw you walk
into thinning twilight.
Those migration days,
unheard now,
one after the other.

 

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