the flower and the ruins

i can still feel her tears echoing
down
the light rain of the past.
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and the earth may smell and feel fresh
as we walk freely on it once again,
but bound by these steps.
`
neither moving nor stopping,
nor waiting but knowing;
this light rain
and its soft growing and dying.
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the beauty of our ruins
reveal only the disgrace
of what it took to build them
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as it is,
we no no other way to realize beauty.
`
raul