The World According to Melchizedik

And by the time I reach 80
I would have fallen in love with an entire city...
Most of the people we love, walking or dead,
are sometimes in the dust we sweep out on Sundays.
The trees always leave an instant mix,
Just add water
And we are still
Here,
Remembering even what we try to forget.
The once loved, the once loving,
The kept, the abandoned,
Finally making sense of it all.

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Nerisa del Carmen Guevara


Picture grabbed from time.com