Ten Years Later: #1
Look at the sepia-colored photograph,
the sun came back wandering in memories,
they have always meant so much to you.
In April’s pure air where everything seems fine,
when the sun comes back and memories
clumsily flutter along with it.
The boys held death’s hands
their dreams marched on,
left you alone.
Trees were singing; you, bare naked,
you wore on your face
the overconfident signs of doubt.