Friday, July 15, 2011

The City from Which We All Rose One Day

What has become of you,
my city.

Rambling through the dust,
I hear you walk by.

Streets changed their names,
Houses got demolished and were built again;
Houses on top of houses,
Highways bridging south and north, east and west,
Roads leading to the outskirts,
Big houses turned into a million small ones.

People inside changed decorations,
changed ideas,
changed partners,
blocked out old friends,
built new streets to move towards the unknown.

And yet,
your name always the same remains,
stamped on my itinerary.

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