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I want you to open me carefully,
like a new book.
In half.

Slowly dragging your fingers across my center.

Before
you start reading.
Emgwrites
Sometimes
You’re the heavy rain
that ends the thirst and drought.
Sometimes you’re the ocean
between the waves.
Sometimes
You’re the sunrise
That breaks the night.

Sometimes

You’re the train that never arrives.
Thoughts this morning. Feedback is appreciated.
Desencuentro.
It’s like being on an open sea without a coast in sight.

Just sailing in solitary.
Waiting.

Quietly admitting I wouldn’t be here if I never set sail.


I wish we will find our time.

When the stars align.
Some thoughts about time

— The End —