When nothing
Words gestures
A whirlwind
worlds scattered
Crossed, unvarnished
Who thinks the slightest
joined the shadow
Words whispered
When you and me on the bench
meetings
unroll our
twisted chaos at the height of our tears
scrambled origin of the world Nothing
All
In From the sky the sun dissolved
diffuse
Frost took the hand Of our departed spirits
In this perdition
Without anything or anyone
And this call of the heart that resonates
When you smile at me
Sun!
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