Days go by
And cliches come and go
Without my notice
Nor attention

So slow
That it might as well be
Last year
The year before

I've been waiting
Your words of pictures
Like a photo album
Restored in my head

From dust covered stones
You reawaken my bones
That I used to drag out of bed
Now I'm looking ahead

To that day,

The day I see the face
To which to Artemis herself
Pales in comparison

A face which brings hope and love and peace
For both our hearts.

I accept! I would love to meet you once more.
Mi gemela y yo. Por fin :)

The End

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