Friday, February 01, 2019

the light of memories


The light is going down
Reluctantly kicking up a cloudy darkness
Burning the light on the tip of the branches
Telling them “I am not yet done!”

The night of shadows will appear
On the white snow carpet on the ground
There will be footprints to be seen
Gliding evenly to score the prints

As the light slowly disappears
Out of the cloudy white clouds
The long shadows light the snow
Reaching out to have a dance

Where is the music?
The cold wind whirring sound
It rustles up the leaves
Waving and falling to the ground

But here is a friend Zurah
Smiling standing on the carpet snow
The footprints she will make in time
Weaving by the wind as Allah great creation

The light is going down
The long shadows seek out the light
The footprints on the carpet snow
The memories in Budapest

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