Nostalgia

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The rusted metal shingles dared time enduring storms
now home to playful pigeons loudly cooing their freedom.
Skeletal wooden arms reaching towards the sky
revealing the rotten underbelly, a dying creature
refusing to let go but slowly fading.
A broken path now covered by overgrown bushes
still retains ghostly footprints of healers and conquerors
of forgotten people and pain.
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How to endure the passing times
a child’s play in broken rhymes
of dreams and pain,
what I lost, what I gained.
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I see my ghost in crumbling places
in silent sounds and wrinkled faces,
counting time in one more breath
I defy life and welcome death.
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HRios