another time

hidden spacesI would walk with you

along the shore

talking with rhythm and rhyme

while the waves play a song

our gaze goes along

with a fire a jug of wine

sparks are a canvas

then the stars light a moment

for the sun hides till tomorrow

why we laugh at the stars

then cry they are too far

they fade like a poem of sorrow

in the morning cold and hungry

dissolved into sand

voices heartbeats and memories…

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