Ah, summer,
that comes
or we shall grieve

ah, the light
unveiling doubts
and grabbing secrets
by the hair
a blanket
the past weaved within

Resume the strength
and love will grow deeper
running underneath
the root through which
the lymph shoots up
this very moment
to the sky
lifting the warm dirt
where dreams dig their nest

It's eight o'clock in the morning
sun is growing within
coffee, your scent
left in the unmade bed
water,
eyes closed on your hand
reaching for mine
in silence

I exhale at last
at the end of my breath
your starts

freedom

we shall go back
to the heavens
where all that is
stays

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