You closed your eyes.
I closed mine.
The hands of the clock
stopped.
Silence all around:
a weightless change,
a petal falling,
an empty shell.

You closed your eyes,
I closed mine.
I learnt how to come
to be.I learnt.
Eternity is just
a grain

In my book of myths,
your soul does remain.

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