Sweetly we stay, in places we left long ago. A drifting wave, thoughts travelling the unknown. A sleepy sea, longing for certainty. A silence in the space, And a separation from us. But who is us, or I, or the boundary in the lines? For I notice, I am not separate to the sky. ✼ …
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Agate Amara 