Among all the faces
yours
and among all whispers
mine.
My mornings woke up
for your nights.
Cautiously bold,
all, just a drop,
between us new worlds
began to exist
only with words.
It was almost, almost.
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Alenka H., 2022
Among all the faces
yours
and among all whispers
mine.
My mornings woke up
for your nights.
Cautiously bold,
all, just a drop,
between us new worlds
began to exist
only with words.
It was almost, almost.
Alenka H., 2022