The cold night on the desert, and the gentle sandy wind blows. You materialised like an apparition which I have never dreamt. You laid me down, somewhere not too far. We fixed our eyes on the constellating stars. We spoke no word, but yet, we knew. Whether were we connected, there's no need for explanation.
We know.
You know.
I do.
I say I'll ask why don't you show me the exit with the crimson light you shine?
Or when will I ever see it again...
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