6 July

Both of us are alive at the exactly the same time. What an amazing gift.
Written in a thought of prosperity and optimism, oh how well that ship did sink.

Instead of writing to you I write of you,
with words that rain down my clothes as the clouds
blow across my mind.

Within the night the thunder rolls and tumbles
beneath my bed, and in the end all I have is something
which awakens my mind during the night.

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