The sun is shining
The crimson eyes of the grim reaper – who
lives for revenge under the shadow-encrusted scales
of his rushed decision –
can’t help watching in awe and abandon
his star-soaked companion
Reaching forward, flying, spinning
shouting I Can, I Will and
I Love You
without pausing for breath
How can he help trading his sickle
for a thin, rare, beautiful smile
How can he help accepting
those butterfly kisses
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