You are a strange journey;
A long-drawn breath that I have yet to take.
Or, perhaps, a climbing road
leading to the cliff where I will cast
a paper airplane to the wind
which we shall watch as it floats
like a sunset, barely above the horizon
for a moment before it’s gone
and then I shall take your hand in mine, smile,
and linger for a second
then kiss you like the sky.
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