I was walking a long road, wandering as I am bound to do.
Some days, you know, I walk slow, thoughtful .
But there are moments that I run.
The wind about me, within me.
Does it still bear the scent of seas, of lovers and wars
and moonlight?
The question hangs in the air - then I look at you and we laugh.
For we have two paths and a fence to walk.
And yours has such a different wind,
though that fence lets us climb dreams.
A wall to talk through - we hear "us" echoed...
Why would I wish for anything more?
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