the moon casts a shadow
on the forgotten rocky
coast that lives in the
memory of your skin
of tonight
of yesterday
of the sweet smell of a
dandelion that blows
slow and silly into
the summer's neverending wind
and I sing
we sing
the sun rises
and shines its
light
on the newly seeded ground
on our soil
where we have,
together,
placed and watered
the roots of
our tomorrow
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