QED

poesy

memory street

Precious wind

which does not cease

guide me to this

place where we become

angels___________.

There’s this street you see__

and on the corner

lies fate

and we cherish

 this moment together

smiling as if we have

taken a dose of sweet honey

which arises out of the

center of the earth….

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