on a clear river beneath the willows
like leaves we float at ease
there is no demand but that the sun will set
and then we will run the darkening streets
in the end you would sprint ahead
as was always your way
i increased my pace only a little
and embraced the sweet weariness and burning breath
it felt like a green and golden lifetime
the laughter longing and melancholy conversations
but the waiting dream of time was too stark
and we all fell asleep
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