Poem: You're there
Author's note: This poem was published today February 6th on Spanish language here in Steemit.
My feet take me to unsuspected places,
as if they knew where to go,
how to get there,
to remember how they were,
who lived there,
if I loved or hated them,
if they were friends or enemies,
if it was my home or I was passing through there.
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My feet take me to unsuspected places,
guiding themselves by the memories of a past life
and with the knowledge of you being there,
you were there,
you will be there.
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My feet take me to the middle point
of stone and sand roads
were we crossed our eyes once
in the caravans from Istanbul to Samarkand.
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There were you are,
hence my feet carry me
in the middle of the oceans of time.
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