no rain, no flowers (poems)

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If I'll give you another name,
that would be Andromeda.
An interstellar cloud of galaxy
formed by a nebula.
A far-flung area
that if we'll try to reach
will took too much 
distance and era.
Through this,
at night,
I'll just watch you
on the top of a mountain
on the edge a peninsula.
I will lend my ear
to the whispers of the wind
as if I'm listening to you
while you're playing
you're harmonica.

-distant love