Jcb Telehandler 532/120

poem the meeting

a history is always written in pairs

born in the desire to meet

kiss is the synthesis of germinating

straight forward

or spirals

memory but know where you are going

while getting letters

witness or small mirages of

mind that all idealizes the

endless nights also happen

solitudes drunk that losing hope

recover only begging dawn

found or find

have made the journey held by the desire of the thirsty

growing embrace certain

of looking, touching

of kissing

old dream split into two halves and

stay, you with my delusions

me with your moon prodigy

find the poem ends any

night - no matter what city or

spindle schedule -

the old dream becomes a hug

and the promise of reunion

starts another way

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