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The Caravan

I’m wearing your t-shirt today,

The one which you’d forgotten purposely,

That day when you told me you’re moving away.

You knew it was my favourite,

The colour, the caravan of camels, your fragrance.

After 15 months, 5 days and 22 hours later,

It doesn’t have your fragrance anymore,

The colour faded,

But the caravan still there.

Either waiting for your arrival,

Or taking you further away from me.

 
 
 

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