Poetry > Modern Persian Poetry > HINDSIGHT BY TINA EHRAMI
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I gaze behind
Swift and certain
That all that was,
Were memories of
Things that became
The future of the past.
You think not?
Then lose a moment
To win a future
And look behind
To the road
On which you
Stumbled,
Walked,
Ran,
And hopped.
And left behind
Little piles of
Names and places,
Scars and flowers,
Tears and laughter.
Is that not
The same road
On which you
Stand and
Move forward?
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