I can be your poem,
read in repose,
under a sky full of starlight,
between my desire and yours.
You can find a staircase in me
or a meadow to get lost,
find the meaning of thunder
as you question the law of loss.
In the light which we share,
in the times when our smiles touched,
there was always the pain
which only tenderness knows.
Maybe, these were mere words,
written with thoughts of dew,
but who are we to cry on fate,
when it brings rain to us when we seek.
So love, don't read me with tears,
let the riversides lie locked,
for every bridge to the sunset
is just a way to us.
(For Tanu)
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