You are not afraid of
my memory,
Your love is stable,
constant.
When over will be my
story,
Another journey will
step in an instant.
Farther I go from you,
It is only my shift,
distance.
You never moved in the
blue,
Desert you wouldn’t ever
your glance.
In my choice, this
poem of a game
Recall ends only to
begin
I win for a time, time
and again
Fearless in the
ramble, you lose only to win.
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