Do you think I could walk against
a wind that only reminded me of the travails
of the measure between us? That had I
reached as far as the skies, I’d still
be nowhere near the entire distance lying
between us, like as if it spanned more
than one universe, dimension!
Would you guess if Valentine’s breath
surpasses even tallest mountains, like a whistle
that knows no end of gaze, a lyric
spreading beyond a rainbow’s bridge,
farther than a cloud’s thunder breaking like
an endless monsoon over the earth!
I am just breathing the imagination
that we are not just odd pods in a soup
but an eternal Valentine’s Day
inhaling the adventure and the expanse
of such a continuation!
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