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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Autumn Memory comes back, Piece by piece, dropping into mind, as leaves falling one by one, These colors reflect the sweetness, and bitterness of memories I stood in the midst of a road above, the blanches of many trees, shed leaves felled by the wind, which already bore the coldness of a coming winter His voice resonates "Forgive me" I said "No" He said "Come on you don't need to hold your anger" I said "I don't want to, but I have to" He said "Why?" I said "I feel urge to do so otherwise I'm going to be nothing" He tried to calm me "No, you are not" I said simply "Yes, I am"; He sighed and looked at me, as if he was facing the most precious thing in this world, I was moved a little, but I had to hold myself in anger, Otherwise he wouldn't know my value; He continued "Do you know the true meaning of "forgive"?, I said I didn't know, He said "for-give means we exist to give", I said "Give what?", He said "You'll give me the whole of you to be a part of me and together we will be a part of us"; I said nothing Something in my thoughts hit me hard, Still yet, I had to hold on to my unbearable anger; He left me a black telephone, Asking me to call him when I wanted to do so; It was 40 years ago today, Today, after I went out for a walk Opening my arms to the forever moving clouds, I dialed the black telephone; So heavy.. It made me sink in the memory of him Ringing on the other end the vibration of the ringing turns into a heartbeat, and then double heartbeats, I know it is him, He must be holding the other end; I stayed for a long time, I collected all the sound we made together, Put into a music box; when I am lonely, I opened the box, and feel the bliss, being ready too late to be us
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