They say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree
And I often wonder how much of you is a part of me?
I vaguely remember what I saw.
Looking through little eyes,
Trailing right behind you, staring up in awe.
Time has passed, some would say so quickly.
Let’s slow down, love each other, shouldn’t we?
Plunged in to a world where
It didn’t take long for the demons to reach me.
Profound emotions, feeling incomplete.
Stumbling every which way; forgotten, unformed clay
Forced to face untold truths-
I reach out to you.
Not wanting to be a part of the mass-
You reach out to me.
Our empty history has become so vast
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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