#4219 poetry

photo: I could not find the focus of this photo but then realised that what I liked in it was the lack of it, the chaos, the mess of it that had attracted my eye in the first place.  Chefchaouen, Maroc

we’ll see with the same eyes

different events then

we’ll see the same things again

but the colours will be different

or we’ll suddenly see what

didn’t appear before: a detail or a shadow

and we will know

that we are the same but  also

that we are different in the passing time

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