When you get ready to leave

It's not like sparrows leaving the country side
Nor the bulbuls for another tree.
But like fishes on fishing boats
Or the antelope before the leopard race.

You leave a last time.

From home
From work
From love

The legend says of eternal sleep
But it's just a case of memory loss

The indifference
that creeps into a frozen valley.

The faceless exodus
of another race. 

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