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OUR BOX

In yesterday’s morning you saw me
Ripples of sun streaked your cheek
I dreamt of the warm sand
Cocooning us like sea crabs

Slowly our day unfolded treasures
In spectral walks we found
Rhythm and patience, longing and comfort
Aromatic memories calling us home

Those days should remain
Full and sweet like summer peaches
Dripping down your chin as your tears do now

Stored in our box once open and new
We shut ourselves, divided in darkness
Blind to the shimmer of yesterday’s treasures


 

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