On a clear night, I look up and think

that the sidewalk would rise vertical

so that I may walk

all those miles to the stars

and on a bright morning

as the sun still nudges the horizon,

I note how the trees

wear the sunlight on their leaves

glowing robes and crowns of gold

midst the dewy emeralds

and when the sun is withdrawing,

it stretches out its arm

as one last farewell, a kiss goodnight.


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