Behind these smokescreens
I close my eyes
and open my memories
I stroll leisurely
to the days we had.
More than a century,
We lived and loved.
But now,
Shadows of ourselves we have become,
after you made a detour
And took a different path
On the frolics of your own.
And now...
We have become crossroads
Along parallel tracks
we thread
Hopefully, maybe someday
Our lines will cross again
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