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Wings Of Desire.



'When the fall comes again'

I am mending the house
Where your absence hurts.
Removing from the windows
Stained memories that blind.
I opened the front door
In case you remember
And decide to come by.
But it is the burglar instead
The one lurking a heart.

I remember the swallows
The river, the bike rides.
I remember the walks,
The rain of the fall
The sound of your name.
I forgot I didn’t know you.
I forgot to forget.

I will follow the swallows
When the fall comes again.
In their wings the desire
and the rhythms of freedom.