Fare

I open my eyes

And closer my lids

A valley around

And one in amidst.

Deny or Agree

They’re gone in the air

An air to breathe

They left for a fair.

No colonies built

No cities or towns - 

What’s left in amidst 

Will bloom out of bound.

Agree or Deny

Thoughts come in a rare 

Old words over sky

Came into new spare.

I open my eyes 

And closer my lids

My smile’s above

For yours underneath.

--Kreta, 13/03/2025

Theme : Others -- Longing

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