I remember,
Before you could see-
You said, my face was inside of me
I remember,
When you couldn’t hear-
My voice didn’t matter as my words
I remember still- the times,
This scars never clogged your pats
When I was rose not- a weed
I remember as I try to see through,
To see the stars not the darkness
To see the light not the fire
I remember as I try to hear faintly
The crescendo not the anger
To hear clang a necklet not chains
I remember as I do-, the lies
Hearing a brook not the flood-
The flood that comes to sweep my decay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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