A sky painted by the purple colors of a clear dawn.
The look that is lost after white clouds.
Thoughts that wander in the infinite sky, chasing memories of a distant past.
A hand that the heart squeezes, squeezes and torments.
Remember that they know of life lived.
Of life that by now no longer returns.
A blind regret, risks to embitter the moments still to come.
I look away and think too.
All that remains is the consolation of sweet moments that are being prepared, but to make them unique they must be shared with the other half of the heart.
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