I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
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Two poems from humberto ak’abal
From time to time
I journey backwards
It is my way of remembering.
I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
From time to time
I journey backwards
It is my way of remembering.
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