Flowing far away

Waiting for you.
I look upon our meeting,
the fruit of this absurdity.
One day the wind blows, they say.
But my love knows no time.
Heaven and earth, just names.
If I do not meet you again.
Trust me as your poet.
Our love shall burn forever.

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