Beauty in the mundane

In a world of grief and pain.
I took you down the alley.
Not a regular cup of coffee.
A moment of exceptional bliss.

We saw the seagulls
flying widely into the dark.
Out they came
burning all the time.

Flowers bloomed.
Chasing the taste of summer.
And we called to mind.
How this began, and how it will end.


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