Old Barn
New webs spreading
in my past years
that remain in the barn.
An old barn that witnessed
our games of a childhood
reflected in a mirrow
showing the faces of happiness.
Spread webs turned into a nightmare.
Not easy to remember the old
barn where I used to play.
Not easy to remember my old friends jumping on the dry grass kept in the barn.
I'm trapped on a web,
I can't remember how happy I was.
I only remember the old barn and a few friends jumping happily.
The old barn is still there,
but the friends I never saw them again.
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