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Aug 2021
If I could only capture
the moon,
stars,
ocean,
mountains
with blue peaks
and the green
of summer
on a
sunny day,

I could convey
the peace,
the despair,
of every absence.

To which direction
does the
wind blow?
How many have I met
for the last time?
Leocardo Reis
Written by
Leocardo Reis  M/Canada
(M/Canada)   
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