We were in the clouds
over our precious city.
We stood above the towers
and under the pressure
at the bottom of the bay.
Our minds were in the rafters
as we dreamt of each other
while we spend our nights
away from one another.
We were wild fires,
we were snowy mountain summits
every time we found one another
Again and again,
we always found our way home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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