He knows me from my other life
From the days in which I walked back home with him.
Those days were wild
We had a field day chasing butterflies,
And we messed around much.
Many times the guns boomed
And sometimes there was blood.
He remembers me from those days
Those days are dead.
1997
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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