We will die, but the river will remain,
Its flow confined,
Splashing in the air,
Striking with an eightfold current,
Carrying our wills downstream
To the dark shore,
And sprinkling us with salt
At your feet.
We will die, but the city will remain,
Its cold wind ironing the empty streets,
Squeezing the light
Between the borders of ugly towers
And lonely cars
Under tired streetlights.
We will die, but the sky will remain,
A thin stripe of time
From me to you,
And in the field of night,
Your gaze, and the light of your eyes,
Forever
Will remain.
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May 27
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