I remember it was Christmas
in another country
walking together
toward the Nuremberg festival.
I kept looking at stones
thinking it must matter
they have to have a reason
being placed in perfect rows.
to her it seemed another day
for me it was history
I thought of the footsteps
turn into jogs to fast runs.
A country trying hard to survive
the war of our ancestors
and we plod on cobblestone
thinking only material games
I remember it was Christmas
only too many years away
 | a quiet man on Haiku Love |
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| a quiet man on I Took A Walk |
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| Priti on I Took A Walk |
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