Vibrant storefronts
circle us like seasons,
while your memories live
in other places, other times.
What is it like, a life
enveloped in city mists?
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Endless, weightless, soaring
from the Balkans to Beijing.
The whole world is yours, yet
you return from heavens
to pluck a daisy.
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Depart for the train
with characteristic grace:
eyes flicker, a cautious embrace.
We never stray far
But still I keep you,
like a promise
About the Creator
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