Blue winter
and the bare face
of the dismayed wind
silently gushing upon the masquerade
that seals me
from within.
I look back
and find no traces
of my footprint
Where have I left?
as I question myself
I find no clue.
Where are the forgotten nights?
Where are the forgotten words?
and the books read….. all forgotten…
the memories loosened
the roads deceased
and so….
I am forgotten.
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