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Meeting of the Minds JournalUday Lalan


Clinging to Your Memories

I sit all alone in the living room
staring at your photo.

From the window I see the swing,
where we spent many evenings
hanging in emptiness.

I remember the day you were born.
When I held you in my arms for the first time,
I began believing in miracles.

The house no longer echoes your little feet
in flight. Like frost, I realize painfully
silence carries a sharp bite.

Today you would have been five.
I'll go to the square to feed the pigeons,
which you enjoyed.


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