another september

If you still remember, things were different last September
Leaving these rainy days aside, some people were still here with us;
Some people dear to us, some others whom we hated.

Another September could only bring some change.
Some things in our lives we have to rearrange,
Some feeling between us of strange
We become strangers, we become silent, we share our silence
And we are separated by the silence between us.

Another September may bring to me
Other dear people and a new way to see life.
Another September will lock and hide somewhere
Last September’s memories and bring with it a new morn.

Places I’ve been to last September,
I’ve not set foot there.
This other September
I ran away towards new ones.

Last September is a dream
Memories of times gone
This September is reality
Life being lived at the moment now.

(copied)

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