I have forgiven you
long time ago
Something about you
reminds me
of a fresh salty air
Of a sun when
first opens its eyes
still dreamy
out of focus
shining dim
with a color
of a ripe orange
-a peal
wearing a breath
of a cloud
touching, teasing
a bit
A moon
first a crescent
like a bow
ready to embark
on silver ride
across the sky
to meet a star
far away
shining its light
on the poor man below
-full moon
Of a heart that beets
in the rhythm
of a note
a Mozart
would find appealing
at midnight
after a restless
night, when he composes
his finest of symphony \
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