I return to you
On a Friday evening.
After walking the sandy paths
That lead to nowhere.
I carry not flowers in my hands
Nor have I a silent moon
Telling her stories.
-Those that only you and I hear.
I carry the brother sun
On my shoulders.
-We share a common ground of
Pain and happy tears.
I return to you
Full of colors.
Tonight we dance.
Our eyes be full of light and sound.
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