You and I, we
were gentle breeze
Warm breath of
the desert wind
fragrant smell of joyful spring
You and I, endless idyll of senses
Remember, that boat on the lake
We slid
silently away through the willows wall
The still
water reflected in your blue eyes
We thought it
would last forever
Remember then,
in that gloomy room
Staring motionless
at the gray ceiling
while a tangle
of brambles strangled our hearts
apathy and
uncertainty nested inside us
Remember, in
that central café
Shining eyes
and cold hands
We decided not
to give up
But a black
storm was already grown inside us
Now, I look at our boat drifting away
The sky is
cloudy and the lake a vortex
You and I, we
abandon the ship
not to get swallowed by our hatred
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