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poem c

i am the son of man
his message
is that we are
simple prop


Once a boy and now no longer
Once believing in the whole,
now a fragrant landscape
Is left of memory
From the cracks in the soul
Curved and beautiful
A perfect sadness
Reclaims its childhood
Once a boy and now no longer
So many years
So many years waiting
For ceremonies
For giddy love
to be wanted
From the surviving tenderness
Of youth
So many tears have left their footprints
On the mirror each morning reflects
So many
gathered, they evaporate
Like fate itself