Quickly in
while the twilight's warm
reflection swarms
evokes the wake
I reach backward
and our footsteps fall
atop the cities blue glowing ridge
we fleet
we're unborn children
with the grace
of loved ones gone
we pluck stars from a sky
that wishes us well
winks with hope
charms our soul
grants our pass
opens the hasp
I cannot wait to meet you.
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