Rejoice - Just an event!

They almost knew me
Before their attitude could sense
Deep arithmetic intentions…

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Even the stars like old melodies
Appear in concert with belated memories
Like I remember my granma’s hands..

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Known faces are well known to the crowd
Faceless repute follows through
Identity of the first blossom remains unknown…

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Seedlings of the narrow minded wind
Whistles through palms almost the same
Painful touches brush through vains…

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They came and went; they told they knew
I don’t remember my soul did even notice
The birth and death was just an event…