Inky night its trees
they know the clouds
and wait for them beside
the atoll the monument.
It is a silk a satin
mulberry the landscape
wears in and out of season.
You gave it all
I am now forever grape.
This is what it says
if it could speak.
The conversation
a perfect tomb
that saves
forever as a tiny
adventure
tomorrow married to today
where it is popular to visit
then become nostalgic
and miss and miss it
like greed like the sea
when on land and land
when out to sea.
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