The sky has begun to cry


​It is the afternoon –
​in the sunshine and in the wind.
​I do not wait anymore
​for the docile hands to rise.
​For everything lost,
​we have to find again.
​But I have the
tranquility ​of your body.
​And I count the moments
​we are together,
without falling asleep.
​That is the way now for me.

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