Oh the lessons learnt,
bittersweet in this gathering dust
Remnants settle and aberrate sentences
contrived, devoid, incomplete
Not a word

to observe, a hole in the universe
and I wonder when
I wonder, I wonder
when it will cease to be

and return to be filled
with question marks in eyes
solitude that breathes like waves in that gait
and glory
in a broken smile

I know the names of trees now
I know them well enough

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