Heaven and wind

In the hot sun
the flower blooms.

I smell the flower.
I touch the flower.

And you arrive
like the dew.

No longer afraid to love,
we gather our things.

And we fly like the waves,
and nothing of my burdens are left.

Hold me tight, this is
the last time we set out.

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