Thoughts
that this lane
and its trees know
that i was born
out of a woman
who was born in this lane,
is frightening
Because,
will this lane
and its trees
when in Autumn the leaves fall
still remember me
Or shall i
have to wait
till springtime
before the memories of the past
will return
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