I wish I knew more than I used to
This gap in knowing belongs to me
And in it, I see ice and glory, stories
Oh!
Stories of yesteryear
How I long for those times
When twice I lived
And not more than that I slept and danced and…
This lull shan’t be the end of me
I have yet to start my upward trajectory on the hill
Behind the courtyard where I lived
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