In the fading night
I glance peaceful in your sight.
The one who tomorrow,
will be gone towards another path with all this sorrow.
Your scent, like the aroma of these apples,
brought me back to this autumn day with all those shackles.
Where each one put a point
as per what we knew about each other, nothing in joint, disjoint.
Like what resonates in the distance
The word tomorrow, with nonexistence.
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