Lift me up to the sky

Wildgrass overrides
the world’s kindness.
Honed and smooth stones,
waving their hands.
The years of life
have passed them by.
And in the far seas,
a chance again of
discovering new
islands of spice.
In that moment,
we are the best of lovers,
truly – the second time around.

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