to feel the
missing wing of
a dragon
fly,
a child has
played with it
to feel the cut
claws of the
dove,
a rat just ambushed
it and cut its feet
to feel the dimming moon
a dark cloud just
blocked it from view
to feel the dissolution
of the castle
made of sand
to be a child once again
always easily forgetting
what i feel
to be someone else's skin
someone's body
to wear another misery's
shoes
to forget a home to be lost
and be found in the pond
to see how that old frog jumps
again
splashing its body
in the new water brought
by the night rain.
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