And so it is

by Dieu

Your body will grow older

But the sun will still burn
and your bones will still warm
at the touch of heat
from the light through your window.
And the birds will still sing their oracles
and the same things will make you sad.

Once you were young and alone in Paris
and you were like a tree whose distance
between leaf and root was great.

Some things never change
despite everything.

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