Poem
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a night without noisebut the song of dancing flames from the fireplacea cold room fills with warm airas someone sits on the empty couchwatching the stars from the windowas the night slips awayand the embers turn to ash
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the sky is full of starsyet the spectacular coloursof the northern lightsare still to come—like the unfinished poemwritten in the notebookas the poet has left the room
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wetouched each other through the lines that we wrote
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an empty boatat the pierfallen leavesmelted snowa sleepless sunflowers bloom—and the boatstill swayingnever set sailslowly rottingsummer’s memoriesremain
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Evolving like a flowerdeeply insideI see my reflectionThe one who carries dream within her—Untouchable, yet she still wants to claim itBlinding sun Perfect timingDoes not existIt is who we areTime keeps turningWe’re standing still Can’t we just stop it? —-JR & AD Dear J, This is the very first poem we wrote together. I still…