Memories

2013-03-03 18.46.08Waving by at me a face,

A face of an infant, which makes me weak and debilitate,

Flushed, I turned my face away.

He touched me and asked me the way,

I wonder why me he interrogates,

I hanker to push him away,

In a flash he disappears,

But, now he appears everywhere.

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