{"version":"1.0","type":"rich","provider_name":"Kabul Press","provider_url":"https:\/\/www.kabulpress.org","title":"Five Poems: Someone Else\u2019s Eye, Music Remains, Emptiness, Young Love and Time","author_name":"Winston Morales Chavarro","width":"600","height":"400","url":"https:\/\/mail.bamyanpress.com\/article240549.html","html":"\u003Ch4 class='title'\u003E\u003Ca href='https:\/\/mail.bamyanpress.com\/article240549.html'\u003EFive Poems: Someone Else\u2019s Eye, Music Remains, Emptiness, Young Love and Time\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cblockquote class='spip'\u003E\n\u003Cp\u003EI \n\u003Cbr class='autobr' \/\u003E\n  The days gone by, where do they go?   Those little shadows of what one day was the sun?   Why what they call tomorrow is so elusive?   What rose from behind the mountains like a future?   The skin gels   Bones break   And days run like straw filaments in someone else\u2019s eye. \n\u003Cbr class='autobr' \/\u003E\nII \n\u003Cbr class='autobr' \/\u003E\n  Only the music remains after death   An old whisper of what we were   Will remain suspended over the candlewood of time    Perhaps someone will follow our steps   The imprints erased by the bubblings of an (\u2026)\u003C\/p\u003E\n\u003C\/blockquote\u003E\n"}