Jean Paul Perez Pacheco

As the sun falls,
as the river flows,
and the wind blows,
we have found each other.
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In my restless dreams
of things past and forgotten thoughts.
I see your face,
a reminder of sorrow and pain
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A whistle can be heard
in the distance.
An echo of the past
creeping to my ears,
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In a shallow night,
an aspiring sun rose above all
conquering the once endless void
calling it it's own.
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In a hollow night
without stars embracing the skies
and lights to shine the alleyway to your arms.
I enter another path
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