Another Blurred Face


I once knew you so well

But your face has surely matured.

Would I recognize you in a crowd?

Or have you become another blur?

Would I even recognize your Mother,

From my distorted vision?

I can only remember collision

Of butting heads

Ignorance and pride.

If you were surrounded by faces

Would you recognize mine?

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