one day i will travel your land
on barefoot and naked hands
so i can walk on
where your footprints left and
feel, how the sand scorched
the desire of your soul
and reach
far across the depth of the sea
that kept our dreams afloat
i would have grey hairs then,
i may not even remember your name
my eyes will be too weary to look
for a past, when we tried
where we sought
the winds blew not miracles
when we changed...
i will not try to look for you
i shall not call
on the doves that brought me
your letters, your songs, your poems
are enough to see me through
my last moments
to relive the story we have written
together, to keep a promise ---
i'd live for you
till we end
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