'i think...
i know this place...
i was born here perhaps
In another decade...'
he wept with joy
Watching his toys
And memories of another birth
Coming to him
Like an unreal dream...
It was twilight
And the road that lied
Full of mounds of grass and
A sunset scene...
And trees unknown with very familiar smell...
Reminded
him of his another birth...
To the place
Where Jean Paul Sartre
Perhaps argued
'who lives for what?'
'i live definite
In space and time limit
But i have that wish
To reach the outer sphere...
Breaking out of everything...
Like that another birth...
Like that another time...
Sublime...
Unknown
Yet so known...
Unseen
Yet so much seen...
Unheard
Yet heard so much...
And felt like the twilight set
On the road vacant
And trees...
Meadows...
Birds...
All coming together...'
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