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for a while
it seems
the rain has come –
to wash away the river
sands beyond the banks
on which we lay
another time
of leaving you –
how it was that way
to find us here
no longer now
the same

for ages
I was waiting –
and still you stayed afar
to wonder
did you know
how could you know
there were roads
no less forgotten
 somewhere weeds to grow
around this bed
blue within your smoke

one more lie
to listen –
save your favored time
rush ahead –
to claim this touch
of worlds
I have no vision
beyond this one we make
dream me now
and I will stay

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