Time,
dropped a silver coin,
constellations migrating mysteriously,
the shadow of the moon,
chasing,
the flow of the river in the sky,
your last remarks,
long ago,
reminds me,
of a navy blue hat,
flying in the wind at midnight,
how beautiful,
how peaceful,
walking on the outskirts of the ocean,
in the dreams of the forest,
someone’s whispering,
shh,
it’s the two sleepless stars.
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