elegance of so many images that encloses a single "we",
ephemeral word
ephemeral thoughts,
thought in your eyes, eternal. There will be a footprint
early
between your fingers that bear my name, and a path
yours in my hands
to stroll through the sky,
to point out to the stars,
to dazzle me with your flight. In a plain outer
awaits me your smile ...
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