when you see her
tell her that i am still here,
dreaming the same old dreams,
and saying the same old things.
tell her that i have
also looked a little older
and have grown a beard -
maybe to look a little wiser.
the years made things
much easier,
the tears made hearts
much gentler -
that it takes only a falling
of a leaf
to make one sad
and remember –
her still.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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