Years of silence has alluded to spaces of nothingness,
Our sense of where our lifes different courses has plotted us,
and whom we now look back to in the mirror remains a mystery...
Our past lingers, forges ties within our memory
Embedds itself within our future,
Unknowingly...
Mostly I write to pay tribute to my absent teacher,
The book,
your words,
the one you left behind - my guide
The first feeling of euphoria: that those words that come from me evolves into poetry.
Catalysts of inspiration,
Graciously annoints me,
Through your words, I found mine.
This is beautiful poem, your choice of words are perfect.
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