Fractured Landscape of Memory
I feel more incomplete
Now than before
and my heart is a cartography
Of interrupted rhythms.
In the echoes of ancestral whispers
I stand fragmented,unfinished.
Lands that once cradled our songs
Now distant unreachable,
My heart beating between
Bitter and sweet landscapes
Dreaming of retracing old paths
But my imagination incomplete.
My hearth's rhythm interrupted.
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