Memory
A girl is swimming in the lake,
surrounded by whispering trees.
And a boy up the hill
is running towards a blue swing.
While somewhere children lie
with their ears on train tracks
and jump into the river,
a young boy with a stick
in his mouth is pretending
to smoke a cigarette.
One young girl is
singing beautiful melodies
and one is
playing with paper dolls.
We all live in the same place.
Barely licked by time and death.
Wave at them,
till you can still see them.
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