searching for them elsewhere in the nowhere
devoid of memories that cherish
I tread towards the wall of destiny
certain figures are painted on it
but the colour of the ink is invisible
moving forward more, but it was long
crossing the point of imaginary, I cried
and it echoed in the walls and it fell down
scattered around the city more than the dust
the clock on that wall scattered into two pieces
it shows the time, but it deceived
I continued my walk, again in those land
want to meet many in my journey
the past is hanging on me like a ghost
it looks at me with its red wine colour teeth
which touched the memory of many people
by left a scar on my being
it still wounded, for the reasons of unknowing trauma
and it burnt me very deeply
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