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Broad silver skies
wide pristine horizons
leafless wooded hills and whitecapped seas
room enough
to let regrets unfurl
beyond distances and time
until the winds blow clean and hoarse
in barren trees
the winds that lift the waves
the winds that once connected
you and me.
What else are we if not time
if not rivers flowing to the sea
if not clouds and rain on hills
if not children of the sun
desperate for love.
