An old Scar
I forgot you.
Or, did I?!
We passed through millions of
human sufferings and sea of love
and secret bleeding,
As if hundreds of years have passed in between
through oblivion.
In the meantime, I forgot about you,
like an old scar, without pain,
on my hand or foot.
All day, sometimes eyes catch a glimpse of it and I remmeber,
And sometimes forget to.
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