little by little
every minute objects
petals, pebbles and pearls
dots, lines and sketches
those abandoned pots
rusting nails on the hinges of the door
emptied pens, broken crayons inside the
drawer
the pond, grass and rotten fruits on
the ground
little by little
take me again to the shore
from where you vanished.
little by little
I realize,
I could never be the same again. 
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