A suffocating emptiness permeates the house
There is bonfire inside the chest
how long ago the dewdrop of my eyes changed hands…
I can’t remember at all.
I got used to the obsession with
not getting things in my childhood,
today I don’t feel beggarly attitude on anything anymore
In the sweet winter sunshine of adolescence,
the greedy beggar’s heart changes color and becomes a staircase of dreams…
I can’t remember that.
The falling shiuli in the yard,
the harvesting crops in the field ;
gollachut & chi buri gradually turn to small housing flat in a commotion…
now I can’t remember.
There was a river of blue water
a soft heart in my chest
a pendulum of faith in my hand…
When did these become the cloud of memory….
I don’t remember anymore.
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