proportions change.
from both sides
there is distortion.
details look huge
and out of perspective.
you move away
and try to look again.
memory and desire
mix in a glass
filled with snow water
and sparks from stars.
it is to leave it
on a table of stones,
near the sea,
and walk slowly
another way to light,
away from echoes,
feel the soft grass, the path
slowly opening for the dance
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