Reflection

These are the days
of reflection
These are the hours
of resurrection

These are the minutes
to stand still
These are the seconds
to feel the chill

I’m back in the house
where i grew up to be a man
I’m happy to talk with my mother
about the days back than

This is the year
to go back to my roots
This is the era
to pick the fruits

This is the time
to embrace the past
This is the moment
to let the future last

And down at the graveyard
where my father rest
I see his shadow on the tombstone
and I feel blessed

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