Trees wearing my body printed in their shell;
Meadows grass still shaking my footprints of its peaks,
Sky patched with my dreams, wearing my eyelashes' trail;
Snowflakes with the taste of my lips,
still falling at the other's kisses' gates;
Sand and seas remembering my fingerprints,
and the sweet abandon of my adrift...

I smile at the thought of my reunification,
At the childish attempt to gather my trails,
At the folly of counting all my shadows
With the belief that it will make me whole.

Scattered over all that is, I soundly hover,
The echoes of my flight the shores of immortality hit-
Who said that love sets in the grave,
Never felt the earth, how much it smells love.

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