My ancestors travel with me
As the buildings collapse
Into rubble
Part of my history
Part of me
Dies
So much of my past is vanishing
Like water through my fingers
And I can't hang on to it.
You move into
Ever widening life
Not knowing
You carry some of my past
As my ancestors travel with me.
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I love this and I can sure relate!
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