In the sound, there was silence.
The space between breaths
yawned wide like eternity,
when first our eyes met.
When the wind passed me,
carrying your sweet scent,
I reached out for you.
Could you tell what I meant?
Then time resumed, and
we kept on walking, but...
I looked over my shoulder,
into your beautiful eyes
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