The spring glance

​I must go out
​through the streets
​that are crammed
​with memories.
​Half out of duty and
half a poets curiosity.
But these are brief deviations.
Soul searching moments
in the middle of life.
The cosmos will be searched
and the feelings will come.
And one by one,
my steps will die away.
Then, only the words will be left.
My preface to silence


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