Abandoned them for the sake of not letting itself suffer.
Memories, we forget and leave behind, suppressed,
In order to keep looking towards the horizon of the unknown sanctuary we all long for.
As the flow of life resumes, the leaves on the ground,
They wither and die, return to the earth.
To prepare the trees for spring,
When everything begins again.
As we all leave behind traces,
Shadows of ourselves and others,
They dance between the trees;
Gone but never really forgotten.
There was once a person standing there,
Where these eternal footprints lead;
Beyond the veil of branches,
Always singing her song.
As I stare out into the distance,
I glance upon the shadow,
Of your hair, your hand, your smile.
And I chase after you.
The things I leave behind,
Nothing but my tracks in the snow.
Time shall pass and erase them,
But forever my imprints will remain,
In the plants which sprout from my footsteps.
Signed,
The evening at eight,
The day of Saturn
The 15th of January in the 2011th year.
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