These lines into words
These words into letters
And these letters to emptiness,
I feel young in the imaginations
That began all this, way forward
I feel young in the reasons
That pull all this, way backward
This book was once empty
Like you and me sleeping in the wombs
But now it's old, full to brim
Like you and me in each others' dream
We never die, till we continue this sleep
Weaving back our books
To the unforgettable threads
Colourful but single
Long but simple.
-Aroon Che
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