I am from

I am from the laughter of the games played in the forest,
Trees hide the past, like that smile which hide the sadness.
I am from the story told by family, friends,
The story of the lost one, like the great memories left behind.
I am from the same old saying which tell you to leave me alone,
The saying that the wind takes away and bring smile to us again.
I am from the love of two parents, brothers, sisters,
Like the love that ice cream, chocolate, and candies brings to me.
I am from the window of a closed photo album,
Where letters grow from papers to love songs.
I am from the empty parking lot, lakes and rivers,
Telling me that I wanna go there and to let the past be the past.
I am from the memories of my best friend Lilly,
Where clouds give me the chance to cry over the people I love
I simply are from an unfinished story.

December 11, 2005

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