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Leocardo Reis Oct 2020
Perhaps I had lived,
Just as petals
Of a flower
In autumn.
Leocardo Reis Oct 2020
I often find myself
Retracing
Footprints
In the naked snow.

For a while,
I ponder of
The person before me
And the places
They must go.
Leocardo Reis Oct 2020
Hesitantly at first,
It stutters before
Being forced open
By an impatient passenger;
The doors of a train.
Leocardo Reis Oct 2020
While walking down a busy street
A light gust blows the soft rain
Beneath the guise of my umbrella,
Peppering my right cheek.
Leocardo Reis Oct 2020
Her last glimpse of me
Is of the dark tones of my shirt
Smudged into the shades
Of a busy crowd.
Leocardo Reis Oct 2020
I find peace
In the early morning
While I wait for an empty train
On a platform
As the sun rises
Out of the winter haze.
Leocardo Reis Oct 2020
The midnight air
Tastes as it did
Years ago
When I first arrived.
Now that I am leaving,
It feels as if
I had never been here at all.
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