Memory.

Otba
Aug 3, 2024

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Poem

“I no longer remember…

except for one name and one place

the one where we greeted each other

during a fleeting encounter.”

“You and I in a time that has passed

I do not remember it

perhaps it was near, perhaps it was far

perhaps it did not happen at all.”

Photo by Alex Perez on Unsplash

“Yet I still feel

even at this moment

the touch of your soft hand tickling my fingers

as I write this poem.”

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Otba
Otba

Written by Otba

Writer, poet, translator, member of international literary associations and activist

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