last wintermother had moved meeyes towards the ceilingfull of tears i came homesearchingin summerbut she had carriedher tears away leaving me to staywith a lonely fatheraccounts, papers, picsbricks, cement, painta lot of noises, sounds to negotiate withmemories and painalso to accumulatea lot of wisdomwith approaching winter ©arun jee, 12.11.20
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