We'll meet where dirt and water touch,
where water and sky
are varying shades of the same theme.
Language will not be necessary.
Overlooking the water is a bell seldom
rung- given in friendship between
two foreign lands.
I am dreaming and I am awake.
As I think and breathe the sky is black,
the crickets chirp, the neighbors sleep.
I, awake, yet still dreaming.
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